In Honor of H.C. Jackson

Grandpa you have lived to see the ripe old age of 83.
In noble deeds these years have been spent.
As through life’s battles you’ve bravely went.
A man of peace you’ve surely been,
To inspire love and banquish .
And, now you’re race is nearly run.
When you go to your heavenly home
Please prepare a place for us;
That we may dwell with you
Throughout all eternity
(Given at a family reunion in 1902 in honor of H.C. Jackson on his 83rd birthday at
Parker, Fremont,Idaho. Given by granddaughter Esther Jackson(Rudd) 12 years of age.
Compose by her eldest brother Henry S. Jackson)

Roberta Ann Schade Bullock

Roberta grew up in the large city of Los Angeles, California, and lived in the same
house all of her childhood. She was the youngest of four daughters of Marlon and Nell
Jackson Schade. During her childhood, her favorite activities were roller-skating on
the sidewalk in front of her home and climbing the big tree that stood by the sidewalk.
At about the age of 8, she started piano lessons which lasted 5 years and prepared her
for many opportunities to serve as an accompanist for choirs and other singing groups
and as a organist for Jr. Sunday School and Sunday School.
While at Hollywood High School, she was very active in student affairs. She held many
offices, including that of Student Body Vice President and Cheer Leader. There were
about 10 LDS in her high school of 2000.
At 17, she left home to attend Brigham Young University. The 2 ½ years she spent living
with and associating with mostly LDS, were very happy years for her. She loved the
testimony meetings at the student wards and her young testimony grew stronger. During
the 3rd year at BYU she met Burt Warren Bullock, a football player from Wyoming, who
was also attending the “Y”. They fell in loved and were married 16 February 1961, in
the Los Angeles Temple.
Roberta was anxious, as a new bride, to establish a new patterned in many ways after
the home of her parents where there was much loved and affection shown for each other.
Her goal was to have a loarge family and to each them the gospel and to love the Lord,
as her mother had taught her. To date, Roberta and Burt ahd 9 children and loves her
role as a mother, wife, and servant of her Heavenly Father.
Roberta and Burt have moved several times in their years of marriage. Their homes have
included: Rawlins, Wyoming; Hollywood,Califonia; Northridge, California; Arcadia,
California; Saratoga, California; Lake Oswego, Oregon. Each time the family moved, it
was for business opportunites for Burt.
Each ward they have lived in has blessed their lives. Roberta has worked in all the
organizations of the church and has considered each calling a choice opportunity for
growth and service. She has loved doing genealogy work too.
Her greatest goal is to stay close to the church and to help each of her children to
gain a strong testimony of the gospel that they might all be found worthy to return to
the Celestial Kingdom with their Father in Heaven.
Written 5 June 1979……….

Poem Composed by Alvin S Jackson

Yes, its been years, a score or more,
Since a lad stood by a Blacksmith’s door,
Watching the sinders from his anvil fall
And counting their number large and small,
When the good kind smith from his work did turn;
“Kepp back me lad, those sparks will burn.”
Oh I learned to love him then
Because he was one of God’s noblemen.
Because he was gentle, kind and true.
‘twas for this I learned to love him too.
Yes, I see him with his bended back
Shoeing a horse or an ox in the rack
Or molding in shape the plow share
And sweat twinkling from his silvery hair.

Yet he was always pleased the children to see
And would oft take them upon his knee.
Good counsel and kind words he would give
“Be true to your parents and long you will live.”
Oh, those days when I stop and ponder
Just seem a little way over yonder.
The childrens laughter and birds a singing,
The roaring bellows and anvil ringing.
But this was only a childhood day
When oft from my mother I would run away.
For I was always happy and content
When at Grandpa’s home my time was spent.

As time rolled on I grew harder to rule,
When father said we will send him to school,
So at Grandpa’s home I was sent to stay
Where I could attend my school in a better way.
‘Twas there I learned that God’s ways were best
By living pure lives and putting him to the test.
For oft we would hear of an officer in town
Taking men who were on the underground.
How oft my heart would beat
When I would see them coming up the street,
For I would fear my Grandpa they would take
And place in jail for the Gospel Sake.

But he would always stay at work in the shop
Where these men would drive and be sure to stop.
“Put up your team and take dinner with me.”
Was the words from Grandpa so free.
“ The old man we will leave him alone
We wil always find him right at home.”
Was stated by those men with the laws
Trying to over throw God’s own righteous cause.
As I sit and think of things that are past.
Me thinks I see Grandpa there in the Glass
With that noble face and silvery hair.

And hear his words ring on the air,
“Be honest my boy, be noble and true,
For God has in store great blessing for you.
Honor the Priesthood and those that are in power
And on your head great blessings will shower.”
But, alas, he has gone, God took him away
For the good he done, He is happier than they.
Composed By Alvin S Jackson