Victor Jackson

This story is of a boy born and raised in the Sandhills of Nebraska. The Father of this boy was Raymond Jackson and the Mother with the name Pauline. As time went on, the first born was this boy from the Sandhills of Nebraska. As both Raymond and Pauline were young and carefree they worked hard and did what young couples did on them long cold nights in the Sandhills. One early morning Raymond was checking his Model "A" for the level of oil when he heard a scream from the house, hey Raymond, my stomach is starting to boil. And sure enough, as Raymond approached he looked down and there in his pretty wife's arms was the boy they called Victor Royal on that 4th day of August in 1927. Now this little feller hit the ground on wheels and from time to time the barn to the chicken house you could hear his hollers and squeals. Now Victor was destined to grow up quick cause he was always playing with something, mostly his stick. As Victor Royal was old for his years the school Mom often mentioned I think he is more interested in me and the drinking of beers. Soon he approached the age of sixteen and was growing long and mean. One early morning he got word that his Aunt and Uncle were cutting out for the wilds of Wyoming. Didn't take long for his mind to wonder as in his bowels, he could feel the thunder. Victor Royal grabbed the phone and thought by chance, he could hitch a ride with his Aunt Birdie and Uncle Hans. Sure enough came the answer we're leavin in the morning. He told his folks he was heading west where he knew the liven was best. Raymond's advice was to buy him a Jeep and don't fall in love with those Wyoming sheep! Other than that it was fishing and hunting and his friends were many, he lived a good life and always had plenty. Too settle down was his next plan when all of a sudden he met his new wife Joanne. Victor Royal lost one and then two, but this man knew in his heart what he had to do. To carry on plum to the finish, cause if he didn't his life would diminish. The spirit of this simple man is what I'm talking about; he had to live and learn to do without. Victor Royal is a survivor or many. There's few men who could walk in his shoes, if any. As time carried on going from here to there, he met another love; he calls "Momma Bear". She has it all, whatever any good deserving man has ever needed. No on arrives at their door who hasn't been greeted. Their love for each other is straight and true, never to sway and for either one there is no other way. The calendar shows us age and the days that are gone, but the strong with spirit are sure to yell out for all to hear it. This ends my story about the boy Victor Royal from the sticks. Victor is preceded in death by his first wife Joanne, son Theodore, sister Charlotte, and brother Eddie. Victor is survived by one sister Lovonna, brother Elvin, daughter-in-law Beverly, grandson Shawn Jackson, granddaughter Jeanie Wolford, second wife Mary and many cousins, nieces, nephews and friends.

A Graveside Service will be held for Victor on Tuesday, March 13, 2012 at 2:00 PM at Wyoming Memorial Gardens, in care of Newcomer Funeral Home.