Monday, January 28, 2013

James Doyle Tucker, United States Army Veteran

James Tucker, "J.T." was born October 14, 1942 in Andice, Texas.  He passed away on December 7, 2012, at the age of 70, after a six month battle with cancer.

JT attended elementary school in Andice and high school in Florence, Texas.

JT proudly served his country in the United States Army from 1962 to 1965. After his military service, he moved to Killeen, Texas where he married his late wife, Dora, and raised three children.  He worked for Centel Telephone and Sprint, and retired after 34 years.

In 1987 he married Beth Priest Bryant and soon after opened the historic Rattlesnake Inn, located south of Florence.  He fully retired in 1995.

JT enjoyed hunting, fishing, reading the Bible and visiting with his children and grandchildren.  He was active in American Legion Post 317, in Jarrell, Texas.  He was a past commander of the American Legion and was serving as Vice-Commander and Chaplain at the time of his passing.

On December 11, 2012 a funeral service was held for JT at the Gabriels Funeral Chapel in Georgetown, Texas.  In attendance were the Patriot Guard Riders of the Austin Region who formed a line of American flags at the entrance.

After the service, the riders led the funeral procession to the Matsler Cemetery in rural western Williamson County for burial service with military honors.

The Riders formed a line of flags at the grave site, as the United States Army Bugler played taps, and the  Honor Detail folded the flag that draped the coffin into a triangle and presented it to JT's dear wife on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for his honorable and faithful service.

JT was then laid to rest under the arching branches of a live oak tree.  Left to cherish his memory are his wife, his children, twenty grandchildren, one great-grandson, and numerous other dear family and friends.

With thanks to the Gabriel Funeral Chapel for biographical information and photo.

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred...let me sow your love.
Where there is injury...pardon.
Where there is discord...union.
Where there is
Where there is despair...hope.
Where there is darkness...light.
Where there is

O Divine Master, grant that I may not
so much seek to be to console;
to be to understand;
to be to love;
for it is in the giving that we receive;
it is in the pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are
born to eternal life.

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