His entrepreneurial drive continually motivated him to privately invest in real estate ventures, mutual funds, agriculture, airlines, technology and restaurants in Little Rock and Charleston, where he moved his family in 1994. There, he focused his efforts on revitalizing the city he so loved through a mix of real estate development and philanthropy. He retired from Federal Express as senior vice president for legal and regulatory affairs in 1981 to move back to his hometown of Little Rock.
During his leadership as its first general counsel, he secured an unprecedented amount of venture capital that enabled the company to build a new global headquarters in Memphis, successfully lobbied for the deregulation of the airline industry and played a lead role in its initial public offering. Morse began his extraordinary business career in 1971 as one of the original ten employees of Federal Express Corporation in Little Rock. His family legacy will be carried on by his beloved grandchildren Annabel Braden Morse, James Woodward Morse, Hugh Kenneth Leatherman IV, and Tucker Rhodes Leatherman. Morse is survived by his wife Catherine Braden Morse, his son Richard Braden Morse (Jessica), daughter Catherine Morse Leatherman (Hugh), and his sister, Melinda Morse Laurens (Chip). After attending The Hill School in Pottstown, Pennsylvania and graduating with a bachelor of arts from Washington & Lee University in 1967, he obtained his juris doctorate from the Hastings College of Law at the University of California in 1970. He was born Augin Little Rock, Arkansas to the late Byron Rhodes Morse and Josephine Tucker Morse.
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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.Biography: John Tucker “Tuck” Morse, 75, of Charleston, South Carolina, died on Thursday, Jin Little Rock, Arkansas after a lengthy battle with Parkinson’s Disease.
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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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