Zora Neale Hurston House

The Zora Neale Hurston House was the home of author Zora Neale Hurston in Fort Pierce, Florida. It was originally located at 1734 School Court but was moved north 500 feet in 1995 to 1734 Avenue L to allow for expansion of Lincoln Park Academy, the school at which Hurston taught. On December 4, 1991, it was designated as a U.S. National Historic Landmark.

The house was in a development of new rental houses built by Dr. C.C. Benton, a medical doctor, who had sold 10 nearby acres for construction of "a new negro high school" nearby.

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