JB Darrell Jackson
August 1, 1927 ~ July 5, 2020
He was born August 1, 1927, in Ravenden Spring, Arkansas, the son of the late George Henry and Victoria Lou (Bishop) Jackson.
JB served in the United States Army with the 42nd Armored Infantry during World War II and the Korean Conflict. He was an expert Sharpshooter and a Medic. During his service, he was a recipient of the Purple Heart.
Following his return from World War II, he was united in marriage on November 17, 1946, to Estella Laverne Weeks who preceded him in death on September 14, 1996.
JB spent his career working for the Missouri State Highway Department as a Soils Geologist. He also consulted on many of the state and federal highway projects that most people still travel on. He was a member of First Baptist Church in Jefferson City where he served as a deacon, the Sportsman Club in Jefferson City, was honored as a State Farmer from the FFA, and helped to develop the Cole County Water District.
Survivors include two children, Jay Jackson, Russellville; Susan (Jeff) Blume, Jefferson City; six grandchildren, Jayson Jackson, Molly Turner, Adam Jackson, David Jackson, Jennifer Knigge, Jacob Blume; and seven great-grandchildren, Skyler Jackson, Gracyn Blume, Kaiden Blume, Kennedy Blume, Caroline Blume, Ethan Knigge, and Grace Knigge.
He was preceded in death by his parents; his wife, Estella Jackson; and eleven brothers and sisters.
Entombment with military honors will be held at Hawthorn Memorial Gardens at a later date.
Memorial contributions are suggested to Scrivner-Morrow Funeral Homes to help offset funeral costs.
Scrivner-Morrow Funeral Homes in Russellville is in charge of the arrangements.
Sorry to hear of your loss. JB and Estella were our neighbors when we lived on South Country Club. He recommended the pin oak trees that are still in the front yard. He also let us take his blue healer Gina when we moved. Very fond memories of JB and Estella. Prayers for the family.
We remember how dedicated he was to his family–he wanted his family to Love & be Loved–for example when Jay wanted to come to spend a week or two with our Jeff–JB would drive him quite a long distance & meet up with Jeff & we’d All picnic together & meet up again for picnic in a week or two–he was so considerate of others needs & wants! Donald & Jan Weeks
I’m not very good at remembering specific anecdotes to sum up who a person is. I can’t remember a story my grandpa told me or a grand gesture that changed my life or anything like that. I remember grandpa offering me cherry tomatoes like they were gold. I remember how he always had cookies. I remember how he always looked like he had just heard a good joke and I remember his smile. Grandpa had a great smile. It was genuine and contagious and constant. I believe grandpa made some of the best and hardest decisions of his life every day. I think he decided to treat everyone around him with kindness and respect, to be grateful for what he had, to see the good in the world and to be happy. Maybe he’d done it so long that it just came naturally to him. You would think that when your memories are taken from you, the only thing you really have left at the end of your life, you would be upset, you’d curse the world and everything around you. I can’t tell you for sure how my grandpa really felt every day but I can tell you that every time I left from visiting him, I was happy. That’s the lesson I’d like to learn from JB. To make the decision every day to be happy, grateful and kind. Something he made look easy.