Fly rod or fishing reel, that’s romance

Bob Huber: CNJ columnist A couple of years ago I was in a quandary concerning an appropriate Valentine’s Day gift for my wife Marilyn. Should I buy her a new fly rod or a miter saw? I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. All our married lives I never let Valentine’s Day slip by without lavishing […]

Spring fever reminds of youthful romance

Bob Huber: CNJ columnist It happens every spring — hornets buzz, dirt blows, and I recall my youthful romance with Tangerine Crotchmire. It didn’t last — it just wasn’t meant to be — but it was a shining moment in my misspent youth, and it comes back every year to haunt me. Tangerine was the […]

Unsigned poinsettias are warning

by Bob Huber When Christmas dust settles, I always face a colossal quandary — what do I do with the poinsettias? They never come with directions. In many cases, I don’t even know who sent them. To my way of thinking, they’ve turned into a national dilemma. Do I transplant them in the garden? Hack […]

The year I made up my own tradition

by Bob Huber Here at Christmas Central where credit cards grow on trees, I’m recalling the time I draped yuletide lights on a pine shrub in our front yard. After the holidays I chopped down that bush in a fit of hay fever, so the next year I had to improvise a new display to […]

Tyson, Marilyn

Marilyn J. Tyson, 72, of Clovis, died Friday, Oct. 29, 2004, at Plains Regional Medical Center in Clovis. She was born on Oct. 31, 1931, in Chanute, Kan., to Virgil E. and Dorothy Ruth Koepping Tyson. She was a purchasing agent for the Pathology Lab in Santa Monica, Calif. She was of the Protestant Faith. […]

In tribute: Sisters grew closer with age

By David Irvin: CNJ staff writer Friends and family described her as determined, caring and even-tempered. She was a tomboy in youth and a superb cook in her later years. On Oct. 29 Marilyn Tyson of Clovis died at Plains Regional Medical Center after a short battle with cancer. She was 72. Tyson was born […]

Longest day becomes shortest night

by Bob Huber There was a crucial moment preceding my half-century matrimonial partnership that made my future wife Marilyn shout, “You WHAT?” Her scary attitude resulted from something I mumbled in her ear about eloping and getting married. We were students at the time at the University of Colorado, a campus full of world class […]

Underacheiver tree saved by wife’s a-peel

Bob Huber On the north side of our house, a scant five feet from our living room, stands a scraggly apple tree planted about the same time as the battle at Appomattox by a fun-loving previous owner. Each spring I prune it, because it likes to creep under the roof and change TV channels, and […]

Wife’s list secret to successful column

Bob Huber I spent time recently reading my wife’s daily journals, a set of diaries dating back more than 50 years to the day we married. Without going into detail, I have to say we award-winning journalists must occasionally resort to this type of devious activity in order to capture more prizes and get a […]

Credit, not blame, laid for 500th column

Bob Huber Today celebrates an historic event as memorable as the first three-day federal holiday or the research paper by a German professor named Waldseemuller who snubbed the myth of Christopher Columbus and declared Newark, N.J., was discovered by Amerigo Vespucci, thus labeling us “Damned Yankees” forever. What I’m talking about, without running up flags […]