Francis Albert JACKMAN

                   Mark Graduated with a 2 year degree from Snow college in Ephraim Utah in 1930
He taught elementary school and served as principal in Northern Utah and
studied summers to obtain is BS degree from Utah State University.
He was an administrator in Granite District, Salt Lake City until the time of
his death in 1971.  Mark loved music and sang in barber shop quartets.  He
taught music to his students...taking an instrument home and teaching himself
to play it then returning to teach the student.  He organized school bands by
this method in the early years of his teaching during the depression.  He
served in many church callings.
       Mark was a builder and worked the building trade summers and weekends and
helped his sons to build homes.
       He was a loved and respected member of the community.  He served in many
church callings and gave freely of his time and talents to help others,  Mark
and Carrie moved to "Holladay" now an upscale suburb of SLC in 1945 and there
had what the grandchildren refered to as a just about really farm...about 1
acre with fruit trees, garden, chickens, a milk cow and an occasional pig.  The
effort was to be self sufficient and teach his family to work for what they had.
It was not until sometime in the middle '60's that he gave up and sold the cow
and slaughtered the last of the chickens.  An amusing thing happened that
finally prompted the decision to go out of the cow business.  One day Mark was
returning from a district administrators meeting and had several fellow
administrators in the car with him.  They came to a great traffic tangle and
found that there in the middle of a busy intersection was a cow.  Mark
recognized the cow and his ears burned as he listened to his peers express
their opinion of someone keeeping a cow in this community.  He ducked his head
and delivered the others to their respective schools before her returned to
catch his straying milk cow.   Growing up the phone call I (Julianne) hated
most to recieve was the one reporting that our cow had gotten out and was
either on a newly planted lawn....tramping someones garden...or creating other
mayhem.   Looking back I don't think it hurt any of us to learn that animals
had to be cared for no matter whether you were sick,or not and whether the
temperature was below zero or over 100, Whether it was Christmas morning, your
birthday,or even your wedding day.  A paper route has been the closest we could
come to duplicating the experience for our children.