Robert Creamer, whose name has been on every one of this magazine's mastheads since its first issue on August 16, 1954, died Wednesday at 90. He had five children, six grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren and those of us who had the privilege of working with him remember him as a writer and later editor who helped establish the magazine's reputation for excellence.
As a writer, Bob primarily covered baseball. His
Creamer later wrote biographies on Babe Ruth --
Creamer eventually moved to editing, where he became articles editor, responsible for finding and nurturing outside writers who contributed to the magazine. He retired in 1985.
As an editor, he was not unlike an avuncular college professor. He would show you his edited version of your story and patiently point out why he had made every change. For a young writer, it was an advanced course in journalism. Remarkably, on points of dispute, he would not hesitate to yield if he felt that perhaps he had been hasty.
They don't make them like that anymore.