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PASSING OF A LEGEND
I'm not sure if Bob Hyde would approve of being called
a legend, but he was that to me. Living on the other side of the
Atlantic meant that in the early days, travelling to the United States
to attend the Dum-Dum's hosted by Vern Coriell was impossible. Not
that I would have flown all that way just for a one-dinner evening at the
Worldcon, but they have been fun to read in the old Gridley Waves of the
wonderful guests that were in attendance. And that is where I first
became aware of Bob - through the fanzines. Hardly surprising over
the years that I have personally known Bob that Vern Coriell appointed
him as President of the Burroughs Bibliophiles. At this year's ECOF
gathering, Bob would have faced his first election in office. He
would have walked it.
Bob Hyde was part of that retinue of the old guard, the
ones that saw Burroughs fandom from its infancy and saw it grow, decline
and grow again into what it is today.
Bob was not able to attend the first Burroughs convention
I went to - the one in Louisville in 1985. His wife did not approve
of this "foolishness" and so Bob kept his wife happy by staying away.
After she passed away, he wasted no further time and began once again to
make an appearance. With the added help of his son being an airline
pilot, Bob was able to travel free of charge across the country.
I believe it was in Louisville 1990 that I first met Bob
in person and I liked him straight away. In fact there was never
anything to dislike him over, he was of that nature. At the ECOF
gathering in Denver 1992, he was given the Outstanding Achievement and
Devotion to the Memory of ERB award. The following year he hosted
the Dum-Dum and five years later with very little notice, hosted the ECOF
gathering at the grand age of 73. In Toronto 2005, we sang "Happy
Birthday" to him as he celebrated becoming an octogenarian.
I have fond memories of Bob like the time in Oregon 1993
when Mike Conran, Bob and I drove along the Columbia River taking in something
like 17 waterfalls. Sometimes the walk from the roadside was a bit
too strenuous for him and he wisely stayed behind as Mike and I scrambled
over the rocks. Then there was the time that Bob came to England
in 1997 for the ERB convention and a trip to Greystoke Castle. He
was unable to attend the event in 1988 because of his wife's wishes.
There are many more times that I can think of Bob, chatting with him of
his own memories of building his collection, stealing huge billboard posters
of Tarzan (only for his father to throw it way while he was at college),
and others collecting the Tarzan strip for him while he was in service.
This past Christmas I did not receive his traditional
card and tried to call him to find out if everything was okay. All
I got though was his answer phone and figured that he was spending the
holidays with one or more of his children. It was not until the last
issue of the ERBAPA arrived that many of us discovered he was seriously
ill.
Bob Hyde will continue live on in the memories of those
that have known him and through his many articles in the fanzines of Edgar
Rice Burroughs.
Thanks to John Carter, his journey down the River Iss
will be a safe one.
We'll miss you Bob. Cheers.
~ Laurence Dunn
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