East Orange (NJT Station)

East Orange (NJT Station)

Coordinates: 40°45′39″N 74°12′37″W / 40.76083°N 74.21028°W / 40.76083; -74.21028

East Orange
Station statistics
Lines Gladstone Branch Morristown Line
Connections NJT Bus: 21, 71, 73, 79, and 94
Community Coach: 77
Platforms 1 side platform and 1 island platform
Tracks 3
Other information
Opened 19 November 1836
Accessible
Owned by New Jersey Transit
Fare zone

4
East Orange Station
U.S. National Register of Historic Places
Location: 65 City Hall Plaza, East Orange, New Jersey
Built: 1921
Architectural style: Other, Tudor Revival, Jacobethan Revival
Governing body: State
MPS: Operating Passenger Railroad Stations TR
NRHP Reference#: 84002638
Added to NRHP: June 22, 1984
Traffic
Passengers (2012) 282 (average weekday)
Services
Preceding station NJ Transit Rail Following station
Brick Church toward Gladstone Gladstone Branch Newark Broad Street toward Hoboken or New York Penn Station
Brick Church toward Hackettstown Morristown Line
Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad
Brick Church toward Buffalo Main Line Grove Street toward Hoboken

East Orange is a New Jersey Transit station in East Orange, New Jersey on the Morris and Essex line. This elevated station was built in 1923 for the Lackawanna and now has trains from the Morristown Line and the Gladstone Branch, including service to Hoboken Terminal and Midtown Direct service to New York Penn Station in Midtown Manhattan. The station is next to the westbound lanes of Interstate 280 about five hundred yards west of the Garden State Parkway. The East Orange City Hall is north of the station.

Read more about East Orange (NJT Station):  ADA Accessibility and Viaduct Improvements

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