The Westport Library had humble beginnings.
Founded in 1886 — 140 years ago — as the “Westport Reading Room and Library Association,” it occupied one rented 2nd-floor room in the Hurlbutt block on State Street (now the Post Road), on the block now anchored by South Moon Under.
In 1908 — thanks to Morris Ketchum Jesup, who donated both the land and $5,000 for construction — the Morris K. Jesup Memorial Library moved across the street. Sadly, he died 4 months before its dedication.

Morris Jesup’s original library.
The renamed Westport Public Library grew rapidly during Westport’s postwar boom, expanding next door (into what is now Starbucks). It had, among other features, a robust art collection (used frequently by the town’s many illustrators), and an active children’s section on the second floor.

Expanded Westport Library, early 1960s. Today, it’s Starbucks.
By 1986, the library had outgrown its home of nearly 80 years. After an extensive search, trustees found a site for a new building.
It was a dump — literally. Built on landfill on the banks of the Saugatuck River, the former town dump had once hosted a “tea party” by etiquette expert Amy Vanderbilt. (The reasons are lost to history.)
Longtime residents remember flocks of gulls circling the piles of garbage next to the Taylor parking lot by Jesup Green. They remember too a Little League field nearby, within home run (and smelling) distance.

The town dump was just south of Rogers Little League field (off to the right of this photo). From lower left: the old Westport Library; the block across the Post Road (burned to the ground in the 1970s); Taylor parking lot; above it, Jesup Green. (Photo/Phil Lentini)
The choice was controversial. Extensive engineering tests took place. It took a town-wide referendum for the location to be approved.
Finally, on September 3, 1986 — exactly 40 years ago today — the new, modern Westport Public Library opened for tours.
I was a couple of weeks into my gig as “Woog’s World” columnist for the Westport News. I wrote the first week about 23-year-old Staples graduate Dan Kennedy, who was Sgt. Slaughter’s driver. (The Weston resident was an early WWF star. Those were the days …)
This time, I turned my attention to the library. Specifically, it was how the staff moved more than 154,000 books, a few thousand magazines and pamphlets, several hundred films, scores of microfilm rolls, some computer terminals, the contents of a couple dozen desks — and more — across the Post Road, through the Taylor parking lot, and into the completely new building.
Moving a library is not like moving your home, or even your business. The average mover, I wrote, “isn’t exactly on speaking terms with the Dewey Decimal System.” (Kids: Ask your grandparents!)

Another view of the Post Road library. (Photo/Lynn Untermeyer Miller)
So Joan Turner “did what any good library director would do: She called American Library Consultants of Melville, New York.” They were the only company in the US fully dedicated to moving libraries.
They moved all kinds of libraries: public, university, hospital, museum and private. They moved the 100,000-volume General Motors library too.
Many of their movers had librarian’s master degrees. I watched the process. “Several strong, young, unbookish-looking men and women moved methodically along the shelves of the old building, tagging volumes, hauling cartons and tossing boxes all around,” I reported.
The Westport move was straightforward. ALC charged $21,000. That sum would have been “considerably less had been a simple shelf-by-shelf (‘reintegrating’) move. With new shelving, this was tougher.”
But the cost included vacuuming the entire collection. That had not been done for years — if ever.
“There was little wasted motion,” I wrote. “Workers passed books from the balcony level down to the main floor, were colleagues boxed them, labeled them and moved them out the door.
“A couple of trucks clogged Parker Harding Plaza — no rarity — waiting for fresh loads before shuttling over to the new building.
“There, as Bach and the Beatles battled on competing tape decks” — Kids: Ask your parents! — “another crew worked just as industriously to shelve the incoming books.”
A few days later — 40 years ago today — the library officially opened. Hundreds of residents listened to speeches and music, nibbled refreshments, and “wandered through the recently integrated stacks.”

Westport Library in 2010, before the Transformation Project.
The movers were not there to enjoy it. They’d already moved on, to their next job.
That was not the last ceremony for the new library. There was a renovation 12 years later. Then in 2019, the Westport Library completed its ambitious “Transformation Project.”
The flexible community Trefz Forum opened up the main floor, near the innovative Verso Studios. A new children’s library graced the second floor. The 100,000-plus book collection moved into a new space, downstairs.
That move was less dramatic. I did not report on it specifically, in my post-Westport News career as a blogger.
But I do look forward to celebrating the 40th anniversary of the Westport Library’s Transformation Project, in 2059.
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Westport Library today.

Actually the site was (most appropriately) in the little league field’s foul territory.
There was another unofficial dump site where Landsdowne Condominiums are located. Dumping automotive parts, batteries, construction debris was common in the 1940s and 1950s. It was a dump site that supposedly began during the Civil War, but people didn’t usually dump garbage, it was more wooden or metal that was discarded. I remember my father driving there to dump an old battery. The piles of debris were far away from the Post Road. Also, that picture of the library with the CR&L bus was from the 1962 Staples yearbook (I think.) The new library is amazing compared to what we had in the 1950s and even the 1960s. One downside though is that there’s only one library in Westport whereas Fairfield has three.
Great article, Dan! I remember all these iterations of the library. My engineer dad was on the library committee that planned the initial move to its present location. It was, as you indicated, a major feat. FYI: There used to be a bench right outside the front door that had etched in it the words: “Come rest your weary bones—John and Colleen Plantinga.” It got destroyed in the most recent renovation. The good news is that the library is an even more inviting place to rest and read and learn than it was in my parents’ day.
I recall the beginnings of the new library. It was also a very moving time for me. Part of my healing after the horrendous day of my younger sister dying within an hour of the passing of my newborn twins was my donating the money from my sister’s estate to create The Higgins Room, aptly crested as a program center up in the children’s area.
Rindy, I’ve been the Development Director at the Library for a couple years and did not know this tragic story surrounding the naming of the Higgins Room…it is one of my favorite spaces at the Library…I’d love to meet you.
Rindy, I don’t know you, but that is terrible what happened in your life. I hope you’re doing ok because that’s unbelievably traumatic!
Yes ! Thanks loads! Gifting a lasting legacy for kids to enjoy most certainly helped❤️
I am so impressed with these stories of innovation and growth in library science. But I’m not surprised that it’s happening in Westport. I think the Library of Congress should be moved from Washington, DC to Westport (where the climate for libraries, learning and self-fulfillment is much better than anywhere else). It doesn’t have to be permanent, just until Trump retires and moves Mar-A-Lago from FL to Westport. A friend of mine in the DNC told me (confidentially) that Trump has put a deposit on the former Harvey Weinstein beachside property.
Great Photos
Yes!
I would have bet a thousand bucks the library was 20-25 years old. What the actual. And yep… there sure were a lot of seagulls. I don’t know where those 40 years went…if anyone finds them…I’d like mine back.
Two brief tidbits from the past on the well documented writing. For one, three elderly women stood at the front desk as if they were soldiers at the library, circa mid-60’s. Any noise, even quiet talking was quickly silenced. Secondly, I remember distinctly playing a Babe Ruth game (90’ v. 60’) under the lights at the former site of the dump, circa 1963. I recall coming to bat, digging my spikes in and a beer can popped out of the ground.