It's always very hard to lose a dear friend. Not knowing Zeb myself, I do feel for the relatives and for all who knew him personally, be it as Dad, Husband, Friend, or Comrade.

May he Rest In Peace.

Rest in peace Skipper.

Rest In Peace, sir.

Zeb Alford's Namesake
 

Zeb's mother had asthma until she was around 40. When she was a little girl and having a bad asthma attack, the doctor informed her parents, Carrie and Zeb Dickey, that he was unsure if she would make it through the night. Her father, Zeb Dickey, got down on his knees and promised God if she lived he would turn his life over to the Lord. Doris, Zeb's mother, made it through the night. The next morning Zeb was sitting at the breakfast table and a traveling preacher rode through the backyard on a horse. (This was in the early 1900's or the late 1800's.) Zeb Dickey jumped up, ran outside and told the preacher he wanted commit his life to the Lord. He did, came back inside and announced, "Wife, we have just become Baptist."
Zeb Dickey became the Treasurer of the Baptist Church and in charge of the Building Fund. When he died, a booklet was written about him and his numerous accomplishments. He was compared to a hickory tree. It was written that a hickory tree is one of the strongest trees. It said his strength, guidance, financial expertise and demeanor were some of the reasons the First Baptist Church became a reality.
I told Uncle Zeb this story over the phone a few years ago. He paused and became quiet. Slowly he told me that he had been fortunate enough to meet some of the most intriguing people in the world.
He said that of all the people he had known, the ones that meant the most to him were his grandparents, Carrie and Zeb Dickey.
Zeb's mother, Doris, became the organist of that church and served for 50 years. Because of her asthma, she could not run and play like the others, so they taught her piano.
She named her firstborn after her father, Zeb Dickey.


Submitted by Catherine Alford Barton, Zeb's niece.

Hi Peg,

Amy and I send our prayers and thoughts to you and your family.

We didn't get a chance to meet your Dad, but after reading these notes we got a little glimpse of him. He was quite a man and quite a father. My first thought coming to this thread was how much you look like your dad, Peg. But the stories about your dad also tell me how much else your dad gave you. His resolve, his purpose, his love of dancing, his heart - they are all there in you, Peg. He left a wonderful legacy in you. And I can see from your sisters notes, in them as well.

Love Todd and Amy

Patti
 

Cathy,
of all the stories that Dad told us I don't think that I ever heard that one and it was wonderful. I had no idea how McComb Baptist started so thank you so much. I do remember that Dad told us the story of Mammaw always being sick with asthma and how she had to smoke "special " cigarettes that made her feel better and Dad found out much later in life that they were marijuana cigarettes! That was quite a story coming from Dad.

Rest in Peace, Capt. Zeb.

Dear Todd and Amy,

How special to hear from you and I thank you for your kind words. Very uplifting and thoughtful. I hope you both are well and I wish good blessings for you both.

Love,

Peggy

Rest in Peace!!!

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Never forgotten i salute this hero. :salute:


U-168

GITMO and beyond
 

As a member of 2nd Battalion 8th Marines it was my great honor and privilege to serve at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, under the command of Capt. Zeb Alford, USN. SEMPER FI, Capt. Zeb.

Final farewell
 

I love this image. I have one of my Dad's Flag from one of the Submarines he was the Commander of and I still display it on certain days at my house. As the girl that followed in his footsteps in the military I am extremely patriotic to the values the men and women of the military have given to the Flag.
Thank-you all for serving our country
Baby Katie

As an 'outsider', an Englishman, and as a WW2 researcher for a hobby, I recognise those that have 'done good' - and this gent was one of them. Because of the likes of him, patrolling dangerous waters whilst we slept in our beds, we were ABLE to sleep in those beds. We did not think of the might patrolling our waters, but they were there, unseen, silent, protecting.

I contacted the site that was linked and sent a message (as a none American, I am not allowed to join it) and their reply was gracious and wonderful. I have been 'accepted' as an honorary member!! I cannot join but there in spirit, what a lovely thought.

Speak his name, never will he be gone .............

Wonderful story Catherine, and truly faith is like the hickory, and it grows stronger as we practice it. So wonderful to see this sharing of special stories and memories, for that will be such a help for the Captain's loved ones in the days and years to come, the memories will be a bond for love to flow between him and all of you. God Bless you all and have a wonderful day.

Salute :)

My condolences.


-RC-