His wife was listed as next of kin he was also survived by a daughter. Carroll Campbell of Frederick County, Virginia.Īlred is listed at the Courts of the Missing in Hawaii. Alfred’s mother was Martha, and his sisters were Mrs. Tucker, a practicing physician in New York City who also operated a private hospital at Berryville, Virginia. He married Alice McCaw on December 28, 1932, in Norfolk, Virginia. He worked in a drug store before joining the Navy. He was commanding officer of Bombing Squadron (VB) 8 aboard USS Hornet (CV 8) Hornet was in Pearl Harbor until August 17.Īlfred attended Handley High School in Winchester. LossĪlfred was lost on Augwhen his SDB-3 aircraft crashed at sea near Hawaii. Tuck was the Assistant Manager of the Lacrosse Team. "N" Club Manager Lacrosse 1 Assistant Manager Lacrosse 4 3 2 Nm 1 "31" "NA" Reception Committee Gymkhana 4 1 P.
Even with these shortcomings there is not a better wife. His faults are few and far between first, a constant desire and phenominal ability to sleep at any time, any place, and in any position and worst, a dying desire to make up his bunk on Saturday mornings. Friends would die for it, and femmes vie for it. He is a good classmate but to learn his real nature you must look for that happy smile and wrinkled brow. A cheerful countenance, and friendships that grew warmer with acquaintance have placed him in the ranks of the selected few. " After a year at Severn School, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors, and come to the Naval Academy.Ībie's natural personal characteristics placed him high in the esteem of his classmates. Hailing from the "Old Dominion," you can always hear Tuck: "Sure, me, Admiral Nulton, and Dick Byrd all come from the same town.
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He was one of that rare breed who showed us how to live and, when the time came, showed us how to die.Tuck hails from the aforementioned extremely active hamlet of Winchester.
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Tuck was a crack shot, expert turkey hunter and he never lost a horse race, except that one time the saddle cinch slipped and got him a cracked scapula. The band had a Birmingham following, as well. He was lead singer and mandolin player for the house band, the Brushy Creek Boys. Some around here (older than forty-something) might remember the semi-famous semi-annual Brushy Creek Bluegrass Festival on the Smith Lake shore near Arley’s part of the Bankhead National Forest. Picking and grinning galore.īecause not least in Tuck’s inclusive skill set lay a musician’s core. He and Patti planted flowering shrubs and set out bird feeders and they re-settled the old Tucker homestead. He planted amber waves of grain that attracted enough deer and wild turkey and such to call the place a park. On a knoll overlooking myriad trees and brush and a creek, he built a ranch and a farmhouse, an expanded copy of the hand hewn cedar log waaayy old settler family cabin. On the last 67 ancestral acres of prime pastureland, he built the stately place he dreamed of.
He protected the environment for the Southern Company for 25 years, a lot of them spent in Pensacola, and came back home to Eldridge.
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His life was full of fun, fortitude and service. Semi-conscious, he sort of smiled once in there somewhere and then kicked out of the traces, so to speak. His last best one was to wait, stubbornly (he could be stubborn), until his grown and lovely daughters (one pregnant again) joined his Bride at his hospice bedside. Last Thursday, at his pastoral dream home in Eldridge, he breathed slower. Comes down to it, I’m ready to walk the walk.” So he went gently into that good night. I’m not going to string it out until I’m bones. His exact words to the MD Anderson doc: “I’ve got to dance with this thing, so put the record on and drop the needle.”īut finally he tired of it, tired of the chemo and radiation, and said, “If I get a miracle, fine. He fought it like hell for more than a year.
Rare as himself, with searching fingers virulent as hell. He headed for the skies, so to speak, a week ago to the day. He must have known the words to at least a million tunes. He hugged folks, especially his wife and children and grandkids, and he smiled a mandolin smile. Musician, equestrian, woodsman, sportsman. He was a known commodity, hither and yon. James Ashmore Tucker of the Tuckers of Eldridge. Bluegrass lovers in the deep south will recall Tuck from his time with the Brushy Creek Boys in and around Birmingham. It appeared in the Daily Mountain Eagle in Jasper, AL on June 16. This lovely remembrance of Tuck Tucker from northern Alabama, who passed away on June 9, is a contribution from his brother, Skip.
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