Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station

The Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station (CAES) is the Connecticut state government's agricultural experiment station, a state government component that engages in scientific research and public outreach in agriculture and related fields. It is the oldest state experiment station in the United States, having been founded in 1875. Its official mission is to "develop, advance, and disseminate scientific knowledge, improve agricultural productivity and environmental quality, protect plants, and enhance human health and well-being through research for the benefit of Connecticut residents and the nation." The station operates a main research campus in New Haven, a research farm in Hamden, a satellite research facility and farm in Windsor, and a research farm in Griswold.

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Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station - Timeline of Significant Events
1875 The Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station is established the first in the United States, and precursor for the nation’s industrial research laboratories founded twenty-five. 1882 The Station moves to its current location on Huntington Street in New Haven, land purchased from the Eli Whitney, Jr ... Roland Thaxter, botanist at the Station, determines the cause of potato scab (an actinomycete that infects tubers) ...

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