Franklin, Pennsylvania, where I grew up and where my parents still live, is not an especially tolerant town, nestling as it does in the beautiful hilly region so rich in oil and old-line Republicans. During the oil boom in the last century, plenty of its citizens made lush fortunes and equally lush scandals almost overnight. Part of the money still remains above the surface, although spread rather thin over most of the population of ten thousand, and concentrated in only a few choice spots. As for the scandals, they've been decently buried by well-behaved descendants, and it would take a brave dog to dig up those juicy old bones.

--from We Shook the Family Tree (1946)