Henry C. Tuck, an active and enterprising farmer of Grayson county, was born in Blount County, Tennessee, November 30, 1842.  Thomas Tuck, his father, was a native of Halifax county, Virginia, and was born September 15, 1814, but at the age of twenty removed to Tennessee, and thence came to Texas and settled in the county where our subject was born.  Thomas married Rebecca, daughter of John Cox, who was originally from Boone county, Indiana, but afterward settled in Tennessee.  The children born to Thomas Tuck and his wife were--Henry C., George W., Sarah E., Thomas J., Adeline C., Samuel H., and Rebecca J.  Of these, Sarah E. married W. W. Hackney of Texas; Adeline C. married B. Cagill, of Kentucky, and Rebecca married R. E. Brock, of Missouri.  Thomas Tuck died in 1874 and his widow May 30, 1874.

Henry C. Tuck, the subject of this sketch spent his first two years in Texas, in Cooke county, whence he moved to Grayson county in 1860.  In April 1861, Mr. Tuck enlisted in Company D, First Texas battalion, and served in Texas, Arkansas, and Louisiana.  At Port Hudson he did efficient service, and was a participant in the river fight before Vicksburg and the land fight from Vicksburg to Jackson.  He served through the entire war and, at its close, returned to his home in Texas, and has there passed his life in farming.

Mr. Tuck married Miss Elizabeth, daughter of Emanuel Fisher, of Crawford county, Missouri.  The children born to this union are - Alfred F., Leander T., Mary R., Alice A., Barbara E., Laura M,. and Cecila A.
Source : Souvenier of Texas

Mrs. Tuck Dead   
"Mrs. Elizabeth Tuck, wife of Henry Clay Tuck, died at her home near Collinsville Wednesday night.  Mrs. Tuck died very suddenly, she was as well as usual during the day of her death and when she retired for the night talked cheerfully with her children, but soon after that she was stricken suddenly with asthma and heart trouble and died before her family realized the gravity of her condition. "
Mrs. Tuck was born in the state of Missouri in the year 1849 and came to Texas in 1854.  She was married to H. C. Tuck forty three years ago and was the mother of nine children, eight of whom are still living.  She was the daughter of Manuel Fisher who was well known years ago in Grayson County.  She was one of the noble Christian mothers who loved and toiled for her home, her husband, and her children.  She was unselfish in her quiet disposition and her thoughts were for the comfort and pleasure of others. She is gone but the empress of her life will be felt by her husband and her children thoughout time and eternity.  Her aged husband who is now going through his greatest trial should take consolation from the fact that his companion through life finished her labors amid pleasant home life surrounded by a loving family and faithful friends.  
Her memorial was as follows: 
"Elizabeth Ann Tuck left this life and entered the home eternal Wednesday night about ten o'clock, April 21, 1913."
Mother's maiden name was Elizabeth Ann Fisher.  She was born in Missouri September 26, 1849 and came to Texas when she was five years old.  She was married to Henry C. Tuck February 24, 1870.  She died April 23, 1913 consequently she was sixty-three years, six months and twenty five days old.

MEMORIAL
Mrs. Elizabeth Ann Tuck left this mundane shore and entered into the Home eternal Wednesday night about ten o’clock April 21, 1913.  Mother’s  maiden name was Elizabeth Ann Fisher.  She was born in Mo. Sept. the 26^th, 1849, and came to Texas when she was five years old.  She was married to H.C. Tuck February 24^th, 1870.  Died April the 21^st, 1913, consequently she was sixty three years, six months and twenty five days old.

MOTHER! Many, many times have our lips lisped this precious name, and every time that it was by her its demands were the burden of her heart and she would bend every energy of her entire being to alleviate the wants and desires that we expressed.  Mother’s eyes were never closed when her children were in distress, and her ears were ever open to our cry.
Twas her who watched slumbering eyes, and hastened to our infant cries.  She toiled for us when we were young  - cared for us, when we could not care for ourselves. 
In her warm and sweet embrace we drank her life from breast and face – MOTHER she gave us birth and gave her life for our maturity.  Not only did she care for us when we were small, but as we grew into manhood, mother still watched ‘oer our every interest.  As we sit alone without her tonight, looking out through the gloom, our hearts still bleeding with sorrow and inexpressible sadness because of her absence, we are trying to find a suitable definition of that one word MOTHER, and our search is all in vain.  When she was here we knew not the depth of its meaning, and never pondered over so much as now but she is gone, gone out of our material vision and O how we try to define that word MOTHER.  She was light and joy in our home.  God gave us to her and her to us, and He, in the infinitude of His wisdom and mercy took her suddenly away from us; and we are left in our weakness to weep; and O how great the sorrow. Eight sad and grief-stricken children, an aged husband and father, are left to sit in the shadow of their loneliness and weep long for the face of mother and wife.  It had been many years since the “white winged messenger” had entered our home and we had doubtless grown thoughtless about his terrible work, but he came, so sad, we were not looking for him so soon.  Mother was cheerful, as usual, until about 9:30 of that dark sad night when God sent the Messenger from the other world and took our precious mother away from us and some of us were not there to look into her sweet face as the light went out and the limelight of eternal day broke into her soul and shown faintly to those who were there, but brighter and brighter to mother until she was wrapped completely in its unfading glory.  Father is so sad.  For forty three years he and mother walked through life together.  Together they shared life’s trial and trouble with it’s joy and gladness.  Mother was a model wife and father was a model husband.  They loved each other as only husband and wife can love, and we know our dear old father is sad as well as we.  But behind every cloud the sunlight is shining.  While mother is gone, thank God, the parting will not be forever.  Some bright day we’ll see her sweet face again.
This feeble expression of love and affection that we are writing comes from our every.  We cannot express our feelings. We are not trying to do that.  We wanted to say that mother was dead and we are so sad.  O painful separation but our hearts aspire for the gladsome reunion.
Mother waits over on the pure, white plains of eternal deliverance.  There she is basking in the sun-light of her Savior’s love.  Here we will wait for the summons to cross over the River and join her under the shade of the Trees.  While we are sad, yet, we would not call her back to this sinful world if we could, our loss would be her gain.
Mother, fare-thee-well, but not forever.  Soon our work on earth will all be done, And we too will cross the same dark river.  There we’ll meet thee in that happy Home.  Tenderly subscribed by her children.