Try though I might I can't actually remember how Dave and I met. I *think* we were thee only two white kids in our infants school class at infants school when we started, but all I know is from as far back as I can remember Dave and I were fast friends.
David Jackson and his family ( Brother Kevin, Sister Lynn) lived MILES away in Wansbeck court ( about 500 yards now but its a trek to a six year old !) and his mom Rita used to stop off at our house on the way to school to collect my mom and I. Our moms were fast friends considering the generation gap and canted away all the walk along Oldbury road. Mom was almost fifty by then, as I was a LATE surprise baby ! Rita Jackson was slim, 15-20 years younger and angularly beautiful, and always wore fashionable clothes. When I was little she always crouched down to my level to talk to me. I never forgot that. Its something I've always done with kids too because of her example, and how good it made me feel...
Anyway during those walks to school, Dave and I would chase ahead in the race to the underpass where our moms would leave us to cross in safety. All along the walk Dave and I would run and skip and talk rubbish until we were crying with laughter. Every day. We'd pick up some other kids on the way: Alan Brace, David Horrocks... man...Andrew Cooper...
An example of the nonsense we'd talk I still recall: in about year four when we would have been around 9 or ten, Dave and I were trying to decipher some of the strange graffiti on the underpass wall. Dave asked me " Dave... whats a fook ?" Clueless ( I never heard an adult cuss like that until I was sixteen and that was not in my house!) I answered " I think its foreign" .... Innocent times.
We were an odd couple: a bit like Laurel and Hardy: David was a slender lad whose school uniform hung about him like Just William, and his pockets were full of SUCH stuff: acorns, a catapult, some blu-tack, miniature darts...you name it. I was a foot taller and a yard wider ! It didn't matter. Humans only learn to care about our differences when we get much older....
Every day at school lunchtime we'd re-enact a castle invasion using invisible swords. It seemed everybody in the school would join in !
When I discovered music, and we started at Holly Lodge secondary school together Dave and I diverted paths a little: I started to hang with music fans, and Dave being a lover of Abba rather more than Led Zeppelin, flocked with birds of his own kind. We still walked to school together each day and still laughed though.
There came a time when one of the streets we walked along to school was being demolished. Dave always had a FASCINATION with finding useful things amongst tat and we spent at least an hour per day crawling over the demolition site. We found old money, some tools... some wartime documents and one day.... a vibrator.
Dave picked it up and waved at at me laughing : this shiny blonde plastic member ! Unfortunately just as were were hitting each other with it and giggling Harold Collins ( Mash!) and his mates were passing and saw us ! We endured a hail of stones and abuse, but we couldn't stop laughing !
Dave hurled the dildo away and it arced like a swallow before bouncing right off the head of Phillip Foster, one of our persecutors ! I am weeping with laughter as I replay that movie in my head !
Christmases were always lovely at the Jacksons' especially when Dave and I were old enough to sample a drop of alcohol ! Jon and Rita would lead the laughter, John's booming chortle making everybody else laugh too. We weren't laughing next day after our first alcoholic party at Dave's though aged about 14: a bottle of rum and black made us very ill indeed !
Later we would accompany John into the Spon Croft for a pint. In those days it was still thronging with Chances glassworkers slaking their thirst after a shift. I felt so grown up !
By then Dave and I were seeing less of each other: we were seventeen or so. I'd just got a car and Dave had an apprenticeship at a local auctioneers. Oh and little Lynn Jackson overnight had become absolutely gorgeous by the way ! But alas she had a boyfriend :(
I'd always stop and chat with Jon and Rita and Dave or Kevin as we bumped into one another but work and stuff made it less frequent. By the time I married and moved out aged 22, we rarely saw each other. Never fell out though we were just living our lives.
Years later I was drinking in the Barleycorn in Bearwood with my mate Andy and who should be in there but John and Dave Jackson with Kevin, and also John Mortimer ! So lovely to catch up : Dave and Kevin were successful antiques dealers and still as funny as anything ! We promised to meet up etc etc....and of course we never did.
When I joined Facebook a few years later the first thing I did was try to seek out the Jacksons but had no success. When Lynne found me much later and I heard the desperate tragedies that had struck down dear John and Rita and also my mucker Dave I wept. Properly wept. Nobody deserves to suffer and die young, but they in no way merited the devastation that visited them. John and Rita suffered terribly from brutal cancers and died close after one another. Dear David died at forty leaving a wife and kids. What a shocking waste of everything they all were and the potential they still had unfulfilled.
While I still sting in the heart when I think of their loss I am also grateful for the part they played in my young life and for the way we laughed.
And of course it is wonderful to be in touch once again with Lynn - still as lovely as when I took her to the Walsall arboretum lights one year in a failed attempt to woo her !
Thank God for the Jacksons and may He bless and keep then until we meet again. And Rita I still always bend down to speak to children.
