Rating: 5 out of 5 Great show by Miz V on 7/3/23.Hope that we can get some more experiences like this one. This was our very first time going there and it was good. We was the front row seats and everyone did an amazing job with there performances. Rating: 5 out of 5 Tucker was wonderful he put on a great performance by Sugargirl on 7/3/23.Other than that we had an amazing time and we hope to do it again real soon. Maybe printing them there on the spot for the people to receive. You should come up with a better way of taking photo. Only problem I had were the photograph, we paid our money for pictures and didn't receive them all. Rating: 5 out of 5 Amazing by Splenda on 7/4/23.Now if we can put down the camera phones and enjoy the show ! I thought Uncle Daddy was a skit until I realized he is a comedian turned sanger. Jeter Jones has energy and talent that is unmatched. Rating: 5 out of 5 Southern Soul Music by Soutel Diva on 7/9/23.He was one of that rare breed who showed us how to live and, when the time came, showed us how to die. 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. 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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