George Edgar Tucker

Emily andChristina, I'm copying these pictures from you because my computer's CD drive doesn't work to upload a picture of my own.

Last night I had the opportunity to be with my family as my dear Grandpa George left us to be reunited with his sweetheart, Grandma Angie. Or, as we sometimes called her, Grangie. He fought a long battle with Alzheimer's and is now freed from the body that wouldn't work any longer. I will miss my sweet, kindhearted Grandpa. There were a couple times he had to pick me up from school and take me to piano lessons across town. He taught me to wave my fingers and "use my magic" to change the lights from red to green. He would tell me just when to wave my fingers and miraculously the light would change! He was also really patient with me when I didn't know any street names. My directions were more like, "Turn after the Dixie Chicks billboard and go left." Grandma Angie and Grandpa George always called me on my birthday, and special holidays, while I was living in Germany. He was so smart and Christina is absolutely, right. He made us all feel special. And when I got married, he always told me what a good pick I'd made. So I'm adding to Christina's blog...


"To flat cat pancakes, Twinkies, IBC root beer. To a man that always knew how to make the girls and women in his life feel special. To dancing girls and John Philips Sousa playing at the loudest volume the poor speakers would allow. To yellow roses marking the birth of each of my children and to the wonderful legacy of a family that this great man has left here on Earth.Give Grandma a big kiss for me."

"To Sally Harmon classics renditions, faraway birthday calls and light-changing magic. To baking powder on bee stings, generosity in a pinch, polka dancing around the living room and balls of fire. I love you Grandpa!"