|Birth: ||Feb. 16, 1933|
Los Angeles County
|Death: ||Sep. 29, 1974|
Marina del Rey
Los Angeles County
Jackie was the twin of Douglas Maurice Butler, wife of Michael Millard Blackstock, and daughter of Winfred Eugene Butler and Esther May Land.
She was survived by twelve of her thirteen children. Her infant daughter Scolastica Blackstock preceeded her in death.
A eulogy delivered by Father McCarthy, M.S.C. at the rosary of Jackie Blackstock
September 30, 1974
Reverend Monsignor, Father, Michael and family, and the parents, relatives and friends of Jackie Blackstock.
Once again, unwelcome death has suddenly struck and claimed a prize from among the mothers of St. Anthony's parish. A mother such as Jackie Blackstock may say to death, "Look, you have come too soon; I have a large family who need all the care and the help and guidance I can give them. Three are only babies and have not begun to go to school. Dear Lord, I must remain and help my husband to care for the little ones You gave us, who need me so badly. I think you must have mistaken the time."
God said, "Jackie, the time is now. Your work is finished. Your good husband and your older children will step in to take your place; you have completed well your work, it is done, Jackie, - Come."
A mother such as Jackie Blackstock may say to death, "Look, we are living in difficult times, - times that are really out of joint. Uneasiness disturbs the spirit of our people. Now, as never before, in our city, a mother is needed to for her family. There is an emptiness in men's hearts. People are careless about the practice of their faith. A mother's help and guidance as well as encouragement are needed to give her children a reassurance in their faith."
Death answered, "Jackie, only one thing will bring God vividly before the eyes of the people among whom you live. One thing only will shock them into awareness of God's presence; His mastery, His mercy. It is your death. It will be a holy death. It is now, come."
And so, Jackie Blackstock left us. Who will recall her praises and her good deeds? Her death notice on the local paper will be faded and old in a weeks time. Her tombstone will give but her name. But unlike ninety percent of people who pass from this earth, Jackie will be talked about at 702 E. Mariposa by little children who will be asking their older brothers and sisters, "What was mommy like? What did she do? Was she kind? Did all of you love her?"
As a priest of this parish for six years, I know Jackie very well. A visit to her home and family was a joy at any time. In so many ways she was a child among her children. All were equally loved, all were equally cared for. There was no communication barrier that we so often hear about in families at the present time. Sometimes priests, and even Bishops, called at St. Anthony's rectory and spoke of their parochial or diocesan problems, leaving the rectory we usually topped off their visit by taking them, unannounced, to the Blackstock home. All the little children fussed about them and they left, thanking God, for having got to know such a wonderful family.
What was the secret of Jackie's great success in life? She was not a politician or a leader of any movement. Why is St. Anthony's Church packed so full tonight? It is because Jackie Blackstock fulfilled her vocation in life to perfection, that of being a good mother. She had no hobbies, no particular interest or diversion, but she joined with zest in all the family affairs at home. The front door was open for all the children of what we lovingly called "Vatican Hill", to come in and take part in the fun and games. Jackie was always in the middle of the sport and the children loved to see her win as her winnings went to the ice cream man the next morning and all were treated. She very seldom took a holiday and if she did, it was the whole family who went. It would have been easier for her to remain at home, but the few trips she took, she so enjoyed, that it was amusing to hear her recall many incidents that gave great variety to her little vacations. Any other person would have gone on twenty vacations to meet such a variety of problems.
In later years, it gave her joy that her boys were interested in sports, so, baseball and football always were a weekly must in her life. Work and shopping had to be organized and dad's work rescheduled so that Jackie could get to the games on weekends. She really enjoyed Friday night football at St. Bernard High School. A few years ago, when St. Bernard's had a good team, she was pleased that her son Danny was a part and parcel of that great team. She never missed a game, home or away, unless something completely unforeseen occurred. Her attitude to sport was not that of an ordinary concerned mother, but of a wonderful lady who knew the limitations of children and they were never teased by her if they played badly, but she sure loved a winning team. We had a great basketball team a few years ago here at St. Anthony's and even though it was a small school, we were grouped against big schools, which meant that good players had to play the whole game if they did not foul out. The strain was quite hard on the good players we had. I remember asking her one day, "Jackie, do you think a small boy can really be overstrained when we keep him in on the whole game?" "No, not at all Father", she said, "But his mother will be if his is not kept in. Now he will come home tired and go to bed, so I know he will be safe."
And while we say our requiems and our farewells and deeply sympathize with her loving husband and sorrowing children and relatives, we all thank God for having known Jackie Blackstock.
Many found in her a shrewd and respected counselor in family problems. St. Anthony parish will surely miss this marvelous lady who trooped into church with her beautiful children around her. Many times she would be in a big hurry to get home to attend to the needs of the baby, but she would have to wait as her friendly little children would always come to talk to the priests, the boys to invite you to their next game, and the little girls to show you the new dress bought or made for them to attend mass in, or maybe to ask if we were going to the beach, and could they come along?
May be pause over her mortal remains to see what this great lady thought was her ideal of Christian motherhood? Her whole life was one of sacrifice for her children. She never grew discouraged. She communicated at all times with her husband and family and she felt as happy as a child among children. When dad rounded them all up for night prayers, the children said to her, "Mommy, we find the rosary very long". Jackie was humble enough to tell them "So do I, but if we want to show God we love Him, we must share a little of our time with Him." The children heeded her simple, but true, remarks and knelt with her to pray. It was often my privilege to join them. The home on "Vatican Hill" will miss her cheerful laugh, her words of encouragement, her enthusiasm, to have a family party, but to all of us who knew her and have had the pleasure to enjoy the hospitality of her home; with sad and lonely hearts say, "May you rest in peace forever in the bosom of the Lord, may all your children grow up to be worthy sons and daughters of yours and may you watch over them from heaven where you have peace. God rest you, Mrs. Blackstock, good bye Jackie.
Winfred Eugene Butler (1914 - 1961)
Esther May Land Hollingsworth (1912 - 1989)
Michael Millard Blackstock (1930 - 2003)
William Michael Blackstock (1972 - 2008)*
Scolastica Blackstock (1974 - 1974)*
Douglas Maurice Butler (1933 - 2004)*
Jacqueline Rolene Butler Blackstock (1933 - 1974)
Holy Cross Cemetery
Los Angeles County
Plot: Sec Q, Lot 416, Grave 3
Maintained by: Lisa DeLuca
Originally Created by: Sharon
Record added: Nov 13, 2006
Find A Grave Memorial# 16634222
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