The Newspaper


I’m not much of a reader. I never have been. Joy and most of our children are avid readers. I think that I just learned to read too late in my life. For years I delivered the paper in Boulder City for the Deseret News and for the Las Vegas Review Journal. My little brother delivered some papers for the Review Journal in McKeeversville, and I remember him reading the paper before he left to make the deliveries. Sometimes one of our parents would have to come out and tell him to hurry up and get the papers ready to deliver. In later life, our own sons who delivered newspapers would sit and read as they folded the papers and we would need to tell them to hurry up and get the papers ready. When they got home, they could read the paper. I sometimes suspected that as some of them got out of sight, they sat down and read some more. As I got older and learned to read, I would read part of the paper after I had made deliveries.
Years later when I was teaching at Orem High School my daughter Anna answered a phone call from one of the assistant principals who was asking to speak to me. He, of course, asked for Carl, which is my name, but one of our sons is also Carl. She told him that Carl wasn’t home, he was still delivering his newspapers. That caused a little bit of laughter at school. He said that he wasn’t aware that I had to deliver papers to make ends meet. I explained to him that I went by Jim at home. I do remember taking Carl and Mark on Sundays and on days with snow. My own father had offered to take me to deliver papers whenever it snowed. It never snowed in Boulder City, Nevada.
Since our early marriage, we have taken the paper and I read it each day. It has become a daily event in my life. I still don’t read a lot, other than the paper. I still have trouble reading for pleasure, but it is somewhat better now. Scriptures are something that I should read daily, but I have a hard time doing that. I don’t sit down with a book for enjoyment. It is just not me.
At work, I would need to read some of the reports, and I have written some articles that have required some reading research, but that is just it, it has to be required.
Carl J Stubbs reading Deseret News
I have helped at the elementary school in the reading program to help students learn to read. I have felt bad for some of them who couldn’t read. I know the problems they will face. I have been able to help some to read better. It was an enjoyable time for me to listen to the students read and know that they were doing better.
I still take the paper and probably will until I die. I threaten to quit sometimes when the paper is wet or late or just not exactly to my liking. Mostly the paper is on time and dry, in a plastic bag ready for my perusal. I appreciate it when my paper is just where I expect it to be, when I expect it. Most usually it is. I read the news and the comics. I seldom read the editorials or sports unless it is about BYU or Orem High. Such is my life with the newspaper that now costs two hundred sixty dollars a year plus tip. I think it is still worth it to me and sometimes to Joy. This, by the way, has just been an editorial about the newspaper.

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