{"id":33522,"date":"2021-05-08T00:01:53","date_gmt":"2021-05-08T07:01:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=33522"},"modified":"2026-06-06T12:25:59","modified_gmt":"2026-06-06T12:25:59","slug":"stories-about-my-husband","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/stories-about-my-husband\/","title":{"rendered":"Not Enough Rain. Not Enough Stories About My Husband"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_21630\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-21630\" style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"https:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/ noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-21630 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/jon-crosswd-580x580-1.webp\" alt=\"stories about my husband - jon Newhall works the Sunday NYT crossword puzzle in the SF Chronicle. Photo by Barbara Newhall\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-21630\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Stories about my husband: Jon works the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle in the San Francisco Chronicle. <em>Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I spent yesterday afternoon plowing through old blog posts, looking for stories about my husband. There were several.<\/p>\n<p>I wish there had been more. I wish I had paid a little less attention to the <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2009\/06\/26\/a-case-of-the-human-condition-i-want-to-kill-my-snapdragons\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">snapdragons<\/a> in the front yard and a little more to that guy of mine working on a crossword puzzle across the kitchen table from me.<\/p>\n<p>As a writer all these years, I looked for the juicy topics &#8212; our son&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2013\/04\/11\/man-bashing-and-the-bashed-lip-at-our-house\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">bashed lip<\/a>, the <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2015\/03\/05\/the-dracena-is-dead-long-live-the-dracena\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">dracena marginata<\/a> smashing itself against our living room ceiling, the ethics of <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2012\/04\/24\/a-meat-eater-speaks-her-mind\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">meat-eating<\/a>, the sexiness of <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2014\/04\/03\/tulips-and-sex-writing-as-if-everyone-i-know-were-dead\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">tulips<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Write stories about my husband? Some other day, I told myself. Lots of time for that. We&#8217;ve got years, haven&#8217;t we?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/02\/27\/jonathan-newhall\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">(We didn&#8217;t.)<\/a><\/p>\n<p>And besides, what was there to say about Jon? He&#8217;s just a guy. A good guy, yes, but too good on most days to be the subject of a punchy blog post.<\/p>\n<p>A blog post, like any self-respecting story, needs conflict. Obstacles. Tension. Stakes.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s what your writing coach will tell you.<\/p>\n<p>Jon and I had our conflicts, all right, but the stakes were usually underwhelming and not particularly bloggable.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Was there too much salt in the salad? (There was.)<\/li>\n<li>Which was the greater threat &#8212; China or Russia? (China.)<\/li>\n<li>Was it OK that Jon had donned his Covid mask that day and slipped into Safeway to buy me a half gallon of milk because I&#8217;d run out? (No, it wasn&#8217;t. And I made a point of telling him so.)<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>When I did write about Jon, he didn&#8217;t mind. Not at all. Jon came from a family of journalists. They made their livings writing stories.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s one of the stories about my husband I wrote for the Oakland Tribune back in the 1980s.<\/p>\n<p>California was parched with drought at the time. But if Jon were here now, he&#8217;d tell you that 1989 was nothing. Things are way worse drought-wise right now than they were in 1989.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_33530\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-33530\" style=\"width: 1116px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"https:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/ noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-33530 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/IMG_0198-2.webp\" alt=\"stories about drought. stories about my husband\" width=\"1116\" height=\"628\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-33530\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Grapevine in Southern California during a drought. <em>Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><strong><em>By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The <\/em><\/strong><em><strong>Oakland Tribune, February 19, 1989<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Basically, there are two kinds of Californian. Those who are delighted by a sunny February day. And those who are dismayed.<span id=\"more-17250\"><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Jon is one of the latter.<\/p>\n<p>You can chart the weather by Jon\u2019s moods.<\/p>\n<p>The drier it is the crankier he gets.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt feels wrong,\u201d he frets, as January slides into February and the water in California\u2019s reservoirs hovers at 6 million acre-feet below normal.<\/p>\n<p>Jon studies the sparkling February sky and scowls. \u201cSomething\u2019s wrong, terribly wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n<h5><strong>St. Patrick&#8217;s Day Without Green Beer?<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p>For Jon, a winter without rain is like St. Patrick\u2019s Day without green beer. No, it\u2019s worse than that. A winter without rain is like San Francisco without the Giants.<\/p>\n<p>To Jon and his ilk, a California drought feels like the end of the world. \u201c . . . and, lo, the sun\u00a0became black as sackcloth, and the moon became as blood, and no rain did fall upon California from Big Game Saturday unto opening day at Candlestick\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Jon was born and bred in California. He grew up in the Bay Area, and so did his father and grandfather before him.<\/p>\n<p>Jon\u2019s great-great grandfather came to California during the Gold Rush. He came from Massachusetts via sailing ship and the Isthmus of Panama.<\/p>\n<p>He liked what he saw. He stayed.<\/p>\n<h5><strong>The Newhalls Stayed. The Falconers Went Home<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p>My grandfather came cross-country to California from Scottville, Mich., at the turn of the century.<\/p>\n<p>He turned around and went home.<\/p>\n<p>The California weather cycle feels right to Jon. He likes California the way it is, the way it has always been. Rain in the winter, sun and fog in the summer.<\/p>\n<h5><strong>Wet Daughter. Happy Dad<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p>If it rains on Halloween, and the five-year-old fairy princess comes home with wet ballet slippers and soggy Tootsie Rolls, Jon is pleased. \u201cGood. Now we have four inches under our belts.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>If it rains on Thanksgiving, I attach drain pipes to the down spouts to keep the garden walk from washing out. Jon grows palpably cheerful. He makes frequent visits to the rain gauge nailed to the fence.<\/p>\n<p>If it rains on Christmas, I think gloomy thoughts of mudslides and basement seep. Jon is giddy with the wetness of it all.<\/p>\n<p>For Jon, winter rain and summer dryness are the way it\u2019s supposed to be.<\/p>\n<h5><strong>A Nouveau Californian<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p>But I\u2019m strictly nouveau Californian. I find the long, dry California summer with its brown hills less manageable than the occasion cool, dry California winter.<\/p>\n<p>This is not the ecologically correct attitude, of course. But what do I know? I\u2019ve only been here 20 years.<\/p>\n<p>I grew up in that wide, humid glacial ditch known as Michigan, where it\u2019s cloudy 6.5 days out of 10 and it rains 30 inches a year.<\/p>\n<p>In Michigan, summer is the juicy season. Corn, cherries and blueberries await the plucking. It isn\u2019t August if the peach juice doesn\u2019t run down your chin.<\/p>\n<h5><strong>I Still Hang Up Damp Towe<\/strong>ls<\/h5>\n<p>You can tell I\u2019m not a native Californian because I hang up damp towels. In Michigan, you can\u2019t be too careful with a damp towel. Eight hours heaped on the bathroom floor and you get a funny smell. Twenty-four hours and your towel is colonizing something green. Five days and you need a shovel and a bucket.<\/p>\n<p>You keep your cereal and cracker boxes sealed tight during a Michigan summer. But the Cheerios get soggy anyway.<\/p>\n<p>Likewise, you keep your screen doors in good repair and closed tight against the dreaded mosquito, which breeds in the Michigan swamps and dive-bombs the populace, June to August.<\/p>\n<h5><strong>For Richer, for Poorer. For Wetter, for Drier<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p>But I\u2019m married to California. For richer, for poorer. For wetter, for drier. I root for the Giants\u00a0and\u2014when Jon is out of earshot\u2014I boost the A\u2019s. I even cheer a winter downpour.<\/p>\n<p>In summer, Jon keeps me up on the interesting baseball stats. In winter, I get the precipitation rates.<\/p>\n<p>And now, with California headed for a third consecutive year of drought\u2014its first three-year drought in 400 years\u2014Jon is worried.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe need 125 percent of the normal rainfall for the rest of this year, just to catch up,\u201d he fumes. \u201cAnd already we\u2019re two inches behind normal.\u201d<\/p>\n<h5><strong>I Do My Active Listening<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p>As his wife, I do my active listening, and wonder how to soothe my poor, troubled husband. Should we move to the Michigan wetlands?<\/p>\n<p>But it would never work. Jon doesn\u2019t understand about screen doors and damp towels. He could never put up with soggy Cheerios, much less a cloudy summer day. He\u2019s too hopelessly Californian.<\/p>\n<p>And so, maybe, am I.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a9\u00a01989\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/eastbaytimes.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Oakland Tribune<\/a>. Republished by permission.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>More stories about my husband at <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/03\/13\/jon-newhall\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Lucky Me. I\u00a0 Married Jon Newhall.&#8221;<\/a> \u00a0Also, <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/02\/20\/living-room-makeover\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Our Living Room Makeover.&#8221;<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"https:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/ noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-33530 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/IMG_0198-2-1116x628.jpg\" alt=\"not enough stories about my husband. not enough rain. California-Grapevine-2014-drought\" width=\"1116\" height=\"628\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I wish I&#8217;d written more stories about my husband. But he was a good guy, and our marriage didn&#8217;t generate a lot of bloggable drama.\u00a0\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/2021\/05\/08\/stories-about-my-husband\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":49452,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30,41,14],"tags":[103,1168,34,1204,29,2454,2466,2419],"class_list":["post-33522","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-my-changing-family","category-sheltering-at-home-chronicles","category-widowed","tag-aging","tag-california","tag-dont-miss","tag-drought","tag-jon","tag-my-husband-died","tag-stories-about-my-husband","tag-widowed"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33522","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33522"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33522\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49455,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33522\/revisions\/49455"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/49452"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33522"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33522"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33522"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}