Abstract
On the surface, there appeared nothing at all subversive about the kind, elderly recluse. Grace K. Wellington, a resident of Pittsburgh,
was a woman few people could say they knew well in her declining years, not even her nurse who made regular visits to her
home and was a source of companionship. Then one day Ms. Wellington passed and an unlikely and surprising collection of original letters and related materials found their way to the Detre Library & Archives.
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