Dad. You know the saying "To know him was to love him"? Well, with Daddy, "To MEET him was to love him". What a charming stinker !
The words have not been invented yet, to describe my Dad. He was bursting at the seams with personality. He truly broke the mold when he was born. A country boy. Loved to laugh, loved to fish, loved us, loved Mom, loved life, loved living. He was a mess, and was absolutely addicted to fishing. Full of an old-time type of wisdom, and you had to stop and listen for it. At his funeral viewing, a young man, a stranger, stopped me simply to tell a member of the family that my Dad had saved his life. I know how Dad did it, but cannot say. That's my Dad. No doubt he's fishing in Heaven with Sonny, Robert, Damion, Judy and Mom right now, and Mom's fussing about having to clean up the mess LOL. No the circle won't be broken.
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., Portsmouth
Wednesday, Mar. 7, 2007
©The Virginian-Pilot
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., 83, of the 200 block of Franklin Ave., died Monday, March 5, 2007, in his home. A native of Tennessee, he was retired from the U.S. Navy, serving in World War II and Korea, and also retired from Norfolk Naval Shipyard Shop 31. Mr. Tucker was an avid outdoorsman and a member of the Fleet Reserve Branch 37. Survivors include his wife of 61 years, Barbara L. Tucker; two daughters, Judy Brostrom and Suzanne McAlpin, both of Austin, Texas; three sons, Roy L. "Sonny" Tucker Jr. and wife Donna of Chesapeake, Robert A. Tucker Sr. of Portsmouth and David Tucker and wife Janet of Smithfield; three sisters, Ruth King, Wanda Lowery and Cleo Tucker, all of Knoxville, Tenn.; four grandchildren, Erika Tucker, Ashley Tucker, Robbie Tucker Jr. and Vicky McAlpin; and one great-grandchild, Damion. A funeral will be held Friday at 11 a.m. in Sturtevant Funeral Home, Portsmouth Blvd. Chapel, by the Rev. Norman March. Burial with military honors will be in Greenlawn Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the funeral home Thursday from 7 to 8 p.m.
The words have not been invented yet, to describe my Dad. He was bursting at the seams with personality. He truly broke the mold when he was born. A country boy. Loved to laugh, loved to fish, loved us, loved Mom, loved life, loved living. He was a mess, and was absolutely addicted to fishing. Full of an old-time type of wisdom, and you had to stop and listen for it. At his funeral viewing, a young man, a stranger, stopped me simply to tell a member of the family that my Dad had saved his life. I know how Dad did it, but cannot say. That's my Dad. No doubt he's fishing in Heaven with Sonny, Robert, Damion, Judy and Mom right now, and Mom's fussing about having to clean up the mess LOL. No the circle won't be broken.
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., Portsmouth
Wednesday, Mar. 7, 2007
©The Virginian-Pilot
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., 83, of the 200 block of Franklin Ave., died Monday, March 5, 2007, in his home. A native of Tennessee, he was retired from the U.S. Navy, serving in World War II and Korea, and also retired from Norfolk Naval Shipyard Shop 31. Mr. Tucker was an avid outdoorsman and a member of the Fleet Reserve Branch 37. Survivors include his wife of 61 years, Barbara L. Tucker; two daughters, Judy Brostrom and Suzanne McAlpin, both of Austin, Texas; three sons, Roy L. "Sonny" Tucker Jr. and wife Donna of Chesapeake, Robert A. Tucker Sr. of Portsmouth and David Tucker and wife Janet of Smithfield; three sisters, Ruth King, Wanda Lowery and Cleo Tucker, all of Knoxville, Tenn.; four grandchildren, Erika Tucker, Ashley Tucker, Robbie Tucker Jr. and Vicky McAlpin; and one great-grandchild, Damion. A funeral will be held Friday at 11 a.m. in Sturtevant Funeral Home, Portsmouth Blvd. Chapel, by the Rev. Norman March. Burial with military honors will be in Greenlawn Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the funeral home Thursday from 7 to 8 p.m.
Dad. You know the saying "To know him was to love him"? Well, with Daddy, "To MEET him was to love him". What a charming stinker !
The words have not been invented yet, to describe my Dad. He was bursting at the seams with personality. He truly broke the mold when he was born. A country boy. Loved to laugh, loved to fish, loved us, loved Mom, loved life, loved living. He was a mess, and was absolutely addicted to fishing. Full of an old-time type of wisdom, and you had to stop and listen for it. At his funeral viewing, a young man, a stranger, stopped me simply to tell a member of the family that my Dad had saved his life. I know how Dad did it, but cannot say. That's my Dad. No doubt he's fishing in Heaven with Sonny, Robert, Damion, Judy and Mom right now, and Mom's fussing about having to clean up the mess LOL. No the circle won't be broken.
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., Portsmouth
Wednesday, Mar. 7, 2007
©The Virginian-Pilot
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., 83, of the 200 block of Franklin Ave., died Monday, March 5, 2007, in his home. A native of Tennessee, he was retired from the U.S. Navy, serving in World War II and Korea, and also retired from Norfolk Naval Shipyard Shop 31. Mr. Tucker was an avid outdoorsman and a member of the Fleet Reserve Branch 37. Survivors include his wife of 61 years, Barbara L. Tucker; two daughters, Judy Brostrom and Suzanne McAlpin, both of Austin, Texas; three sons, Roy L. "Sonny" Tucker Jr. and wife Donna of Chesapeake, Robert A. Tucker Sr. of Portsmouth and David Tucker and wife Janet of Smithfield; three sisters, Ruth King, Wanda Lowery and Cleo Tucker, all of Knoxville, Tenn.; four grandchildren, Erika Tucker, Ashley Tucker, Robbie Tucker Jr. and Vicky McAlpin; and one great-grandchild, Damion. A funeral will be held Friday at 11 a.m. in Sturtevant Funeral Home, Portsmouth Blvd. Chapel, by the Rev. Norman March. Burial with military honors will be in Greenlawn Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the funeral home Thursday from 7 to 8 p.m.
The words have not been invented yet, to describe my Dad. He was bursting at the seams with personality. He truly broke the mold when he was born. A country boy. Loved to laugh, loved to fish, loved us, loved Mom, loved life, loved living. He was a mess, and was absolutely addicted to fishing. Full of an old-time type of wisdom, and you had to stop and listen for it. At his funeral viewing, a young man, a stranger, stopped me simply to tell a member of the family that my Dad had saved his life. I know how Dad did it, but cannot say. That's my Dad. No doubt he's fishing in Heaven with Sonny, Robert, Damion, Judy and Mom right now, and Mom's fussing about having to clean up the mess LOL. No the circle won't be broken.
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., Portsmouth
Wednesday, Mar. 7, 2007
©The Virginian-Pilot
Roy Lee Tucker Sr., 83, of the 200 block of Franklin Ave., died Monday, March 5, 2007, in his home. A native of Tennessee, he was retired from the U.S. Navy, serving in World War II and Korea, and also retired from Norfolk Naval Shipyard Shop 31. Mr. Tucker was an avid outdoorsman and a member of the Fleet Reserve Branch 37. Survivors include his wife of 61 years, Barbara L. Tucker; two daughters, Judy Brostrom and Suzanne McAlpin, both of Austin, Texas; three sons, Roy L. "Sonny" Tucker Jr. and wife Donna of Chesapeake, Robert A. Tucker Sr. of Portsmouth and David Tucker and wife Janet of Smithfield; three sisters, Ruth King, Wanda Lowery and Cleo Tucker, all of Knoxville, Tenn.; four grandchildren, Erika Tucker, Ashley Tucker, Robbie Tucker Jr. and Vicky McAlpin; and one great-grandchild, Damion. A funeral will be held Friday at 11 a.m. in Sturtevant Funeral Home, Portsmouth Blvd. Chapel, by the Rev. Norman March. Burial with military honors will be in Greenlawn Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the funeral home Thursday from 7 to 8 p.m.
Family Members
Siblings
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James Henry Tucker
1918–1965
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Reva Tucker
1920–1920
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Basil Wendell Tucker
1921–1984
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Helen Grace Tucker Gibson
1923–2000
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Thomas Elbert Tucker
1926–1927
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Ruth Ann Tucker King
1928–2010
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John William Tucker
1930–1978
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Frank P. Tucker
1930–1997
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Margaret Louise Tucker
1930–1934
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Iva Lee Tucker Lowery
1932–1999
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Wanda Evelyn Tucker Lowery
1935–2018
