I felt compelled to pick up a book at the library by Michael F. Holt - Franklin Pierce.
Franklin Pierce has come to mind so often. Every time I read that there are very few artifacts, letters and so on, I cringe.
About ten years ago, I worked in a manufactured home community. There was a lady who had a mobile home there called "Mrs. Pierce". She was in a nursing home and in her nineties.
Well, she finally passed away and her heirs wanted nothing to do with her little mobile home which was packed solid with boxes and boxes of all kinds of stuff.
The maintenance crew took most everything to the dump with the exception of a few pieces of furniture.
There were boxes and boxes of letters addressed "Dear Frank". Yikes!
I have tried not to think about it as I have this awful gut feeling that history went to the dump that fateful day.