It's named for the Pequot Indians, who, as usual before Indians have things named for them, were massacred--well, sort of.
Anyway, this was the library's main desk:
There were (still are) three walk-in fireplaces in the place, and come winter they actually burned wood in them.
But it was really wonderful in the summer. We'd ride to the beach with our books, hang out, then cut over to the library to return same and get new ones. Nobody cared that we were both shoeless and shirtless, or that we tracked sand into the place.
And here, just by way of contrast, is the library I use today:
The storytelling area in the kiddie section of the DPL.
(Credits: Storytelling area and big chair-small horse pics courtesy me.)
Update: Man I'm an idiot. One should probably read more than a couple of paragraphs of the pieces one links to, or one might find oneself to be very wrong about what such pieces say. The article on the Pequot Massacre, for example, is actually a debunking of same. A friend had to point this out to me. Sentence changed accordingly.