Claude Robert Jackson, 82, of Torrance, beloved husband to Patricia/Pat (Barrack) Jackson for 54 years, passed away in his home peacefully on July 15, 2013, surrounded by the ones he laughed with, lived for, and loved. Claude was born in Chicago, Illinois on August 12, 1930. Eventually, he and his family worked their farm in White Cloud, Michigan and he graduated from High School in Jackson, Michigan. Claude served in the Army then joined his brother who was living in San Diego while in the Navy. Claude remained in California moving to Los Angeles where he met his wife Pat and raised 2 daughters. Claude and Pat lived in Inglewood until moving to Torrance for the last 40 years. Claude was a machinist by trade spending more than 40 years with Southwestern Industries. Claude was well respected by anyone who met him, and was known as "Mr. Jackson" by almost everyone including Gerry his son-in-law of 33 years. He had a strong work ethic, and was thought of as a man of integrity and a quiet listener. Claude was always a bit of a prankster with a great sense of humor who loved animals; he was an avid golfer, a hunter and was fond of fishing he enjoyed all of these activities with a host of friends and family. Everyone knew Claude as a huge sports fan, he loved the Dodgers and watched numerous sports endlessly; he has been described as a walking sports encyclopedia. He was predeceased by his parents Harold and Dora Jackson and his brother Richard Jackson. Besides his wife Pat, Claude is survived by his brother Bert Jackson; two daughters Brenda Richter and her husband Gerry; Barbara Jackson Hernandez, her husband Jim; four grandchildren Aryn, Brennan, Cydney, and James; great-grand children Rylie and Carter; and his dearly loved numerous nephews and nieces and their children. A memorial service will be held at Rice Mortuary on Saturday July 27 at 2:00 pm with a reception following. Please go to the mortuary's website to send the family messages, share memories and to obtain directions to the service.

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  1. Wonderful, caring, loving, wise and generous soul gone to be with the Angels and Jesus in Heaven. We will miss you SOOO incredibly much Claude. Love Nikki-Sara and Mitch xxxx

  2. Always kind and with a smile, Mr. Jackson was our Girl Scout Dad and somehow tolerated all us screaming girls at campouts and overnights are the Jackson house. My love and prayers go out to Mrs. Jackson, Brenda, Barbara and your families.

  3. One of the kindest calls I received within hours of my
    dad€™s passing was from Gerry€™s brother Chris.
    Chris is 12 years younger than Gerry.
    Chris had always been quite fond of my dad, and he expressed his
    sympathy over his passing. At the time,
    I wasn€™t much of a conversationalist, so Chris filled the uncomfortable silence
    with some memories of my dad.
    Apparently, my dad had taken Chris to several Laker games when Chris was
    a young kid. I never knew that. Chris went on to say that since he didn€™t
    have much of a relationship with his own father that he looked to my dad as a
    father figure. Chris was sure that Gerry
    felt the same way.

    Gerry and I will be forever saddened by the fact that due
    to the way the memorial service was planned that Gerry did not have the
    opportunity to attend and express those sentiments.

    While Gerry was unable to be at the memorial service, he
    was able to spend some very precious time with my dad before he passed. The Saturday before his death my dad was
    having a bad time. Gerry spent the
    entire night with my dad, just the two of them, including holding him for 2
    straight hours before he was able to be calmed.
    Gerry would not give up that time for anything in the world including
    the opportunity to attend the memorial.

    When Gerry left Sunday afternoon for the cable ship, he
    shook my dad€™s hand one last time. My
    dad grabbed Gerry€™s hand, he squeezed hard, very hard. Gerry was surprised he had that much strength
    left. He looked Gerry in the eye as to
    say he knew it was the last time they would see each other, and he was grateful
    for the night before.

    As for me, I would have to say that my happiest memories
    of my dad were the weekend of my 25th anniversary party. My dad was happy, and enjoyed the entire
    weekend. At the party, my dad was seated
    with some of his closest family members.
    Because the hotel limited the table seating to 8 per table, not everyone
    was able to be at that table. Those who
    were at other tables went to the table where my dad was seated and talked with
    him. It was at that party that my dad
    danced with my mom. It was the first and
    only time I ever saw my parents dance.
    Magic like that only happens once in a life time.

  4. Sitting here in my stateroom of this 500 foot long tub of steel called the CS Global Sentinel as we make the arduous 4 day cruise back to our homeport of Vancouver, WA, one has lots of time to reminisce.
    Back in the day, Mr. Jackson and I did a lot of fishing together, both freshwater and on the ocean. We had some great times together even when we didn’t catch fish. One time in particular stands out the most in my memories.
    During one of the big El Nino years tuna were going nuts everywhere so we decided to go to San Diego and jump on a friend of mine’s charter boat called the Prowler(Buzz Brisendine Capt). We got out to the grounds and the weather was a bit grumpy with some 15 knots of wind blowing. Buzzy called out on the horn that he had a sonar mark of fish to starboard and wanted the deck hand to dump some chum while he circled the mark. As he stopped the boat he ordered everyone to fish the starboard side and always keep the wind in your face. There were 30 of us lined up on that side of the boat or so I thought. We drifted for a while and Buzz said he was metering fish on the up and down meter as well as sonar so keep fishing.
    About that time, Buzz opens up the starboard window to the wheelhouse and calmly suggests I go get my father in law who it seems has decided to fish on the other side of the boat. Buzz said to bring him back to starboard where the fish are. Crap, sorry about that Buzz. So I walk around the bow and before I can even get Mr. Jackson out of my mouth I notice he has his left hand clenched down on the rod, his right hand is grinding on the reel and that tell tale cigarette sticking in his mouth as he fights a whopper albacore! At almost the same instance Buzzy sticks his head out the port wheelhouse window and shouts “you gotta be kidding me!” You know that was the only fish we caught on that meter mark? True story! He later told me he didn’t want to get in anyone’s way and he just wanted to go to the offside and smoke a cigarette.
    I’ll always have fond memories of the fishing of course but also watching the Dodgers, Lakers, Kings and the uncountable number of golf tournaments together were special. Mr. Jackson will be missed but I take joy in the belief knowing that he lived a good life, a full life and will always be remembered.
    May he be dropping eagles on his favorite par 5 course in heaven forever!!

  5. Uncle Claude sure was a handsome dude! And he could be so expressive with his face and eyes. It was always exciting to hear he was coming out for a visit. The anticipation started immediately. He could tell a tail with such conviction, but rarely held the straight face for long. I remember a couple times when there were just the two of us at the Cabin. We didn’t talk much (imagine that), but I felt so privileged and thoroughly enjoyed being with him. I will miss our special Uncle.
    God’s love be with you.

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