Clayton Julin Jacobson
September 24, 1926 – October 7, 2018
Age 92, passed peacefully on Sunday October 7th.
He is preceded in death by his daughter, Sheri Pinkstaff.
Survived by wife, Sandra L. Jacobson, Robert Jacobson (Yo), Terri Cleveland, Roxanne Hale (Dennis), Renae Brown (Scott), Clayton J. “Bud” Jacobson Jr., Denise Hoops (Bill), Cori F. DeVine, Gary J. Jacobson (Marti). Jake had 18 grandchildren, 30 great grandchildren and 9 great- great grandchildren.
Jake was an Army Vet of the Second World War from 1942 to 1945. He was awarded the Good Conduct Medal, The Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal and Two Overseas Service Bars. Jake was involved in VFW service and was the commander of Post 7664 from 1991 – 1995. He acquired a love of carpentry from his membership in the Carpenters Union. He loved to build and remodel his own homes as well as those of friends and neighbors. Jake and Sandy spent winters in Florida and most recently, Texas. Jake also had a passion for going to Auctions where his nickname was Jake “one money” Jacobson. He was also a huge fan of the MN Vikings. He was dressed in his white Vikings jersey and was napping before kickoff when he passed.
There will be a memorial service at the VFW in McGregor on Sunday, October 14, 2018 at 11:00AM. Memorials can be sent to Sandra Jacobson, C/O Denise Hoops, 806 Holt Ave NW, Elk River, MN. 55330
Clayton Julin Jacobson
October 12, 2018
I have so many memories of my Dad. The first one that comes to mind is his voice. He spoke with much character, holding words out or giving things/people fun names. Mine was Cosmopolitan. AKA “Cozzy” He seemed to be able to build or repair anything he put his hands on. He was clever and creative. When we were young he built a treehouse which included swings. I recall him pushing me on the swing so high a nail from the tree fort went into my head.....I still have the scar.
He taught us to dance by having us on top his feet and he thoroughly explained how to do the steps. He could run up any tree with his tree climbers. We had a tire swing that went over the creek at the home he built for us. While digging our well, I fell in and he immediately jumped in and dug me out of the mud; I was only 3 years old. He had a bad temper and the best laugh. He taught us how to drive. He loved explaining and teaching us with so much patience!
He told us so many stories of his own childhood. Which was amazing in itself.
I see some of his qualities in my brothers and the undeniable love and care my sister gave to him was immeasurable .
I will miss him and am blessed to have numerous memories. Corinne