I had Jacko, it was a three foot monkey, with a jumber and trousers, rubber hands and feet you could manipulate, it could swing from things from it's hands or feet and had a really good face also make of rubber. It had been an expensive toy Jean and my father clubbed together to buy me when I was about three. It came from a toyshop in Summerset, where a toy I loved just as much, an articulated horse that you could change into numerious positions came from (my father bought me that the following week, as he had loved watching me play with it and putting it in the various positions. Jean and my mother didn't see that as they were so encrossed in Jacko). They were both thought to be educational, and had a bit of a premium price because of that. My father had the last say, but, as an engineer he was impressed with the toys and agreed Evenutally Jacko's hands and feet were falling off, as were his ears, and, with much sorrow, he was given a burial in the bin. I had the horse until I got married and left him at home. After my mother died I'm not sure what happened, but guess I should explore some of these boxes marked nic nacks.

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