My first home, married student housing, Denison University campus, Granville, Ohio, late 1940s. My father, an undergraduate on the GI Bill, would have been 20 and my mother 19. My mother told me they saved nickels for Hershey Bars. Graduate school at Iowa City, where Dad studied at the Writers’ Workshop, was even more spartan — and farther from families in Granville and Newark. The first Iowa City domicile was an old trailer house with rooms separated by Army blankets. We then moved up to a relatively plush neighborhood of remodeled Quonset huts.
