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| Saxe's Landing |
Saxe's Landing, the place of my childhood summers. Barefoot children, Coppertone, rowboats, rafts, perch and sunfish, apple orchards, black raspberry ice cream.
Matthew Sax is my ancestor, the remains of the wharf still exist, the ledgers from the general store are still legible from the 1820s, a fascinating story all by themselves. "The Landing" is less than 10 miles from the Canadian border. The "store" at the wharf was built in 1822, replacing those buildings burned by the British during their retreat back to Canada at the end of the War of 1812.
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