Mother and father met while competing over a typewriter at the journalism offices of The Daily Maroon. Mother was a student, while father was teaching ROTC to the Cavalry of the University of Chicago. She showed me where the horses had been stabled just west of Cottage Grove Ave. I couldn't help thinking about them meeting there. I took my Humanities class in that same temporary wooden building.

Mother told me that father had written poetry in the newspaper, but never mentioned that she had, as well. When my husband and I finally ferreted out father's poems, we were floored to discover that he'd had a poetry column and that he and mother had courted - and even broken up - all visible in their poetry.

Archeology of the Relationship of Bradley and Jean

That link takes you in detail through their relationship. If I hadn't done 18th century poetry research with Don Foster, I would never have been able to find all this, nor would I have been able to rip apart their pseudonyms. As Henry Livingston would have said, "A thousand times ten thousand" thanks, Don.