History
Sayville Station was originally built by the South Side Railroad of Long Island in December 1868, and was the end of the line until April 1869 when the line was extended to Patchogue. From that point until the early 20th century, the station also served as the local post office. At the time, it contained coal sidings, spurs into lumber yards, a freight house west of Greely Avenue, a dairy farm, and even a horse trolley to the Great South Bay. The horse trolley was eventually converted into an electric trolley line by the Suffolk Traction Company. In November 1905, mail that was delivered to the railroad station was blown out of its pouch by a speeding train and scattered under the tracks and was searched by the postmaster along "half a mile of track." The original station was razed sometime in 1906 and a second depot opened on August 3 that year. When Bayport Station was closed by the LIRR in 1980, former Bayport commuters opted to use Sayville station. A renovation project took place sometime in 2001. It brought the current pedestrian overpass and sheltered platforms.
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