“Hho Life's Story” Sister Ida M. Jackson was born on May 24, 1923, in Spiro, Oklahoma, to Bervee (Smith) DeGraftenreed and Adir DeGraftenreed, a minister. She was the third daughter of four daughters from that union. Sister Ida M. Jackson, devoted wife, loving mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother passed from this life to everlasting life with her Heavenly Father on March 19, 2015. Sister Jackson loved the Lord and spent many hours traveling to the National Baptist Congress, National Baptist Sunday School Congress and Laymen’s Conventions with her husband, the late James Jackson to “study to show thyself approved”. She had become a Certified Teacher in many fields from the National Baptist Convention including the duties, responsibilities and service of a Deaconess. She was a Deaconess before her husband became a Deacon. After his ordination, they were a spiritual team that would visit and pray for the sick, deliver communion, and other duties that may come their way where they could be of service. They never missed an opportunity to serve the Lord. She married James Jackson on February 4, 1943. Three children were born by that union; Jerolyn, Jacqueline, and James, Jr. She had a child, Judith Marie Boyd, from a previous marriage who preceded her in death. All of the children were loved equally by both parents. Sister Jackson’s love of singing was unparalleled. She had an angelic soprano voice which she dedicated to the service of the Lord. She sang in the Choir at the First Baptist Church in Summit until she moved to Salt Lake City, Utah in 1951. She continued her service to the Lord by singing in the choir at the Calvary Baptist Church and serving in the missionary department. In her earlier years there she was also an usher. Sister Jackson was a Sunday School Teacher when she and her husband James Jackson, Sr. moved to Muskogee, Oklahoma, in August 2011. Sister Jackson marveled at all the things God had created. She enjoyed looking at the sunset, cows in the fields, trees, butterflies and rabbits, you name it. To me, if you had seen one con, rabbit, etc., you had seen them all. Not her. When we would be traveling, she would point them out to us, or if we were sitting on the porch, she would tell us to “look at the cows,” which I had seen a thousand times. She even joined the 4 Mile Branch