Port Talbot, Ontario

Coordinates: 42°38′25″N 81°21′25″W / 42.640147°N 81.356936°W / 42.640147; -81.356936

Port Talbot was the name of a community located west of Port Stanley in Ontario, Canada where Talbot Creek flows into Lake Erie. The village was the original commercial nucleus for the settlement which developed on 5,000 acres (20 km²) of land granted to Thomas Talbot in 1800 by the Crown along the northwestern shore of Lake Erie. The settlement was one of the most prosperous of its time in Upper Canada, noted for its good roads, with Talbot keeping out land speculators and securing hard-working settlers. Talbot's authoritarian control of the settlers led to conflicts with the Executive Council of Upper Canada and a reduction in his powers.

As a result of invading American forces during the War of 1812, the community was burned in 1814 in a series of raids and was never rebuilt.

The site was designated a National Historic Site of Canada in 1923.

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