Oyster Bay Long Island Rail Road Turntable
Oyster Bay is the location of one of few remaining Long Island Rail Road stations with an original turntable on site. The turntable was built in 1902 to replace a smaller one that had been relocated from the Locust Valley station. The turntable is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, is a Town of Oyster Bay Landmark, and a featured site on the Oyster Bay History Walk audio walking tour.
The planned Oyster Bay Railroad Museum will incorporate the turntable, locomotives, railroad cars and the depot.
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