User:Nuttyboy jackson

--Nuttyboy jackson (talk) 14:25, 29 August 2013 (UTC)== "Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright." == Everyone has an idol or someone who has influenced them, but never realize it until late in life'. In the 60's i remember playing in St Georges Park in Melksham, i heard a sound coming from behind the bushes and trees, which was divided by a small brook. To get to the bushes you had to walk across a large sewage pipe. Normally the brook which flowed into the River Avon would be quite deep, not many youngsters would venture over the pipe. I was curious so i remember going across the pipe, the water level this day was quite low, so if i fell in it would come up to my knees. When i reached the other side i crept along the bushes, i could hear the music getting louder, i looked through the hedge and saw black children running around, also i saw adult's sat in the garden. The music was loud and i remember the beat, this was my first encounter with the beautiful sound of Reggae. A week later i was again at the park late in the evening, as i walked towards the swings i noticed a black boy sitting alone, there were other children my age around but would not enter the park area. I walked towards the boy, he was sat on the swing, in his hand he had a small penknife, i went and sat next to him. I asked what was his name, he looked at me, smiled and said 'Etos', i asked him where did he had come from, he replied 'Jamaica' being only 11 years of age, i didn't't have a clue where that was, i asked 'where is that' he said 'long way'. Etos or Fitzy as he is now known, played a major part in my life, along with Ines, Mamma, Pappa and the rest of the Allison family. Ines was married to doctor they had 3 sons, the youngest son Fitzroy. I was very influential in helpinf fitzroy to fulfill his dream of becoming a professional footballer, not only that, for Jamaica in the World Cup, 'Reggae Boys'. My first encounter with Fitzroy was as a football scout for Swindon Town. i watched him playing in a cup final at the age of 12years, his team had reached the final and they were playing on a full size adult pitch at Melksham Town Football Club. When your a scout your look for something special in a young player. I remember it was his team to kick off from the centre spot, i was aware of him, as many of his family had told me , 'jacko fitzroy im de best player' Etos used to tell me frequently, 'Jacko u tell dat Lou Macari' 'fitzroy will lick up all de players', 'mash dem up'. As they were about to kick off Fitzroy whispered something to the lad beside him, the ref blew the whistle to indicate the start of the game, the boy who Fitzroy had whispered too touched the ball forward, then i saw something that i will never forget, this little lad lifted the ball up high towards his opposition goal, i looked up and saw their keeper was stood on the his eighteen yard line, Fitzroy had seen this and decided to go for goal, he scored a magnificent goal. At this time he was on schoolboy forms with Bristol City. Etos coming running up to me 'Jacko did you dat' 'wot me tell you'. for the rest of the game i was mesmerised by this young boy. He was clearly ahead of age group. I reported back to John Trollope, who was head of school of excellence, John said well have to keep an eye on him. I eventually managed to persuade his mother that he would be better off at Swindon Town under Lou Macari, it took some time, but i eventually got him, 3 years after that day at the cup final. I remember inviting John Trollope down to watch Fitzroy, he was playing for Avon Bradford FC in the Hellenic Premier league against a very good Cirencester Town side. He had just turned 15. I was by the team dug out the game had just kicked off. Fitzroy looked very small against these adults aqnd i thinking, some one gonna clout him soon. In about the about the 20th minute the ball was passed to Fitzroy he was about 25 yards out from goal, he looked up and rifled the ball into the top corner, the keeper managed to get his finger tips to the ball as it flew past him. I looked at John who was making his way round to me and the dugout, i said what do think. The following monday Fitzroy was a Swindon Town Youth Player. Etos was the older brother of Ines or nez as she was known, the Allisons were a big family, however i spent time talking with Etos, he said he was 16 years of age, i was only 11, he didnt look more than 12 years old. We used to meet regularily in the park, other white children stayed away, would not mix. One day at school, my teacher Mr Bill, introduced a black boy to us, he said this is Carlton he will be in our class. I remember him a little thin boy, he looked scared, Mr Bill asked, 'who will look after him' i thought i would miss out on befriending him, i put my hand up quickly, as i looked around the class, to see my competition, no one had raised their arm, 'right Jackson' said Mr Bill, you can show him around. From that day we became inseparable, during our first play time together i encountered hostility towards Carlton and myself from other pupils, i would end up fighting them, here was a young black boy being ridiculed by others, i didnt understand it, i was frequently getting a clip around the ear or the slipper across my backside. One saturday i went to meet Carltons family, when we got to his house, i met his 2 brothers and father, he showed me a picture of his mother, who had not come to england, he said she went to live in America as she didnt like england, she was a beautiful looking lady. When i was 15 i decided to join the army, Carlton took over my paper round, the day i left i never saw him a gain, i heard he went to live in Bristol, St Pauls as it is known, he became a community leader. I would like to see him again. I was posted to Celle, West Germany i was 17 years of age, i had never bought a record so when i went to the town with my mate Gus we visited a record shop, not being able read german i didnt have a clue what i was looking for, i asked the shop assistant if he had any Reggae, he said 'no' well he actually said 'nein' i carried on looking when he came up to me and said in a english german dialect, 'Johhny Nash' i said 'who' he said 'Johhny Nash', 'Grosse Reggae man', 'i show you' he produced a vynal record with a picture of Johnny Nash with the words 'I can see clearly now', i bought it it was my very first record i ever bought, the guy you come back i get more next week, from that moment i was a regular customer, i built up a large collection of Reggae on the Trojan Label, The Greyhound, Dave & Ansell Collins plus many, many more. So my encounters with the wonderful world of Reggae, the music from behind the bush's, meeting Etos, befriending Carlton, buying my first record staeted in the sixties, also the fact that my father was born in Angel Road, Brixton, where i spent a couple of summers, my father left my mother was i was born. They met when they both served in the army, they were married at the Garrison church, Larkhill, Wiltshire. Their marriage did not last very long, im not sure, why? When i was a about 8 years old, i remember one day being introduced to the guy, my mother said this is your father he wants to take you for the holidays. Next minute im sat in the railway station in melksham, i could sense he was not welcome in our home, 4 Montigue place, where we had a room with my grandparents, my mothers sister she had 2 children. My mother had at this moment 4 young children, all very close together me being the oldest. I remember sitting in the staion waiting for a train to London, where is London, who is this man, he's supposed to be my father, my mother just let me go with this man. I remember sitting on the train, id never been on a train before, i remember the smell of the burning coal the smoke coming out of the funnel. I was anxious, nervous. We arrived in London late at night, got on a bus then walked to his home. 60 Angel Road, Brixton. It was very late, my father said do you want anything to eat, a drink maybe, i said yes, he made me a cup of chocolate, a jam sandwich, id never had Hot chocolate before, he also put butter on the bread then the jam on top, again i have never had butter either. Next day i woke up, breakfest my father asked, cereal, i was liking my holiday already, never had breakfeast before, well not cereal or toast. My mother could not afford to buy these items, the only day we had breakfeast was on a sunday, bread and dripping, this was the left over of cooking fat in the frying pan. So cereal, toast even a cup of tea. My father took me into a dark room in there was a bed with an elderly lady lying down, she looked very ill, my fathye said this is your nan, my mother, say hello, i was very nervous, she looked dead, she just smiled at me. Then my father told me to wash and clean my teeth, wash, clean my teeth, whats all that about i thought, we had a bath once a week in shared bath water, which was grey in colour normally cold, depends when you were in line top have a bath, remember the house had 10 occupants sharing the bath water. My father took me to the shops in Brixton he bought me clothes, again new clothes, not heard of in my home, all our clothes were second hand, rummage sale clothes, same with the shoes. My father spent a lot of money on me, he was making up for all the time he had been away from me, maybe he felt guilty. Later that day he took me to meet his friend a couple of streets away, we walked along the streets, i remember seeing a lot of derelict house's; broken down cars kids playing in the street, the streets were empty not like today, cars speeding around gangs hanging around on corners. We arrived at a shop which was shut infact it was closed down, looked if it had been closed for years. We went in through a doort in the back of the house, my father introduced me as he son, this is kevin he said, the familyt said hello, i was taken into a room and left with a boy called leslie, we became friends, over the next couple of years i would spend my summers in Brixton. 'I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW' Your life is mapped out for you, everyone has a purpose. BOB MARLEY had a purpose in life, Mark Miller's book is a wonderful insight full of events, that he has experienced with as i call him Uncle Bob. This book can be purchased from marksmagic10@hotmail.com

My story to be continued "One love, one heart, one destiny."Italic text