George Edward Tuck

George introduced me to the best chili in the world - Texas chili - as it had no beans, only meat. Beans had no right being in chili, he said. He knew and with your approval would apply the most successful headache-vanishing solution I´ve ever had: pressing acupressure points in your neck, really, really hard with his knuckle. It worked every time either because he really knew ancient Asian medicine or it was just that the pain from his knuckle grinding into your neck muscles distracted...

He was an amazing person and boss. Will miss his laughter and kindness to all!!! Peg Carson

In the fall of 1970 I was in the photojournalism class of Mr. Tuck at the University of Nebraska. He was a superb mentor and all around class gentleman.

While on staff at the Des Moines Register, on more than one occasion I was sent to cover Iowa State playing the mighty Huskers football team in Lincoln. In those days we needed a "wet" darkroom for processing film, prints and a space to send images back to the home office. George was always a gracious host.

Many thanks to you Professor Tuck! You're pushing me to do my best was a pain sometimes but years later I can only thank you for making me take your classes twice. Thank you for having such a major influence on my life and making sure that I truly loved the profession of journalism.

This makes me so very sad. George was my college advisor, friend, and also the professor who taught my photojournalism and typography classes when I was a student in the University of Nebraska-Lincoln's College of Journalism and Mass Communications. It's impossible to overstate the impact he has had on my career and life. Fly high, George Tuck - you will be sorely missed.

Thanks for being an excellent professor and advisor and for always being a great friend. Celebrating your wonderful life! Cheers, Professor Tuck!

I never had the privilege of studying under Tuck but I knew well of his reputation. In the dying days of chemical based commercial photo labs, I was running a cantankerous Noritsu B/W film processor at Harman´s Camera. We tried everything to make this machine behave when George walked in. He came right into the lab and gave us his advice. One hell of a lens man!

George and Mary Lynn were wonderful friends, mentors and travel companions. They joined me on safari in Kenya and Tanzania on two occasions and we had a blast. I'll never forget in Tanzania, when we came about the fresh tracks of poachers leading to a hideout in a baobab tree, George grabbed his tripod and bounded out of the Land Rover, swearing he would "teach those *#%^~ a lesson." I had to restrain him (poachers often use poison arrows) until we could bring in a ranger patrol. That was...