That's reminds me of being stationed outside San Antonio at Lackland AFB. We'd take the bus to town and everything withing miles of the famous site was either named Alamo, Sam Houston, Davey Crocket, etc & etc. Poor Santa Anna was left out entirely. Unfair as it was his horrible generalship that made the whole thing possible.

I have something of an idea about what you're talking about, the area of NJ I lived in during my marriage was filled with marshland and deltas and all the rest. It was definitely a swamp. And the beach was within walking distance.
Most of my life was spent in NYC and Long Island. There are very marshy areas just east of New York City, along the coastline. I hope your neck of the woods doesn't smell the way those places did. And yet there would be many very old wooden houses, some of them mansions and hotel, still standing when I was a child looking at them from the back window of our family car during the middle and late 1950s. I used to wonder what they did for drinking and bathing water, because the coastal and marsh waters didn't look very appealing.
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