JennaVee Redford Bishop
NOVEMBER 28, 1930 ~ SEPTEMBER 17, 2019 (AGE 88)
With profound sorrow it pains our family to announce the passing of our witty and wonderful mother, grandmother, and sister.
Her peaceful departure, so difficult for those left behind, is tempered by the treasured satisfaction of knowing she lived a righteous and dutiful life.
Our collective grief, slow to abandon, will surely dissipate in the faith that she is now in the loving embrace of those she lost so long ago.
A child again in her parent’s arms; a curly-locked young girl laughing with siblings and friends in the tall grass of summer; and finally, a lovely bride dancing once more with the adoring husband taken much too soon some 36 years ago.
Her journey began in a modest house in Rose Park, a small suburb located just west of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Born on Friday, the 28th of November 1930 - the day after Thanksgiving and the height of the great depression, to Orson and Delora Redford, she was the fourth child of eight born.
Sadly, her older sister Marie, who Jenny never got to know, passed away the year before (1929) at the tender age of just eight months.
Times were not easy for the burgeoning family in this economical challenging era as Orson provided as a painter and wallpaper hanger until his untimely death in 1943.
At a time when working women were the anomaly, Delora, a widow and a mother of now seven children, was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
A close knit group, the Redford children were three girls, and four boys.
They bonded in this crucible of adversity and displayed great love and affection for one another as they begin to grow older and go their separate ways.
They spoke often and made considerable effort to see each other frequently throughout the years.
Many of our family vacations centered around trips to California or Idaho to visit her brothers who had relocated to these areas.
She was an excellent student at West High School and emphasized her focus on acting, writing, speech, and of all things… archery.
Her skills as a seamstress, taught to her by her mother, gave her the opportunity to make and wear nice new clothing that gained the praise of classmates and teachers alike.
Upon graduation she attended LDS Business College where she matriculated to become a Key-Punch Operator and worked in the field for approximately ten years.
Several years after high school, while attending a Stake Conference at the Assembly Hall on Temple Square she caught the eye of a young gentleman seated close by.
After a mutual friend introduced them she noted at the time that she felt he was the man she would ultimately marry.
He was kind, honest, and respectful, and they started dating soon thereafter.
After a brief engagement her intuition was confirmed when she was sealed for time and eternity to Richard Lowell Bishop on 25th of September 1953.
Six years later they commenced to start their family with the adoption of their first child, an infant baby girl, and proceeded to adopt three more children over the next twelve years.
In 1961, after living in several different areas, they finally settled in a flourishing community north of Salt Lake named Bountiful, Utah, where they planted roots deep to stay.
The family began to thrive as Richard demonstrated a robust aptitude as a successful office furniture salesman and Jenny stayed home to care for the house and the hold.
Her prowess to this extent was impressive as she was very structured and organized and keeping them both neat and orderly (well, the house anyway).
She was a fabulous cook and Sunday pot roast and salmon steaks were family favorites.
Her specialty was her oven fresh, warm and delicious homemade dinner rolls known the ward over.
Our parents hired only the best babysitters as they would habitually spend time together almost every weekend as they went ballroom dancing, to the movies, or to attend a nightly temple session.
They were very social and hosted dinner parties in our front room or had barbecues in the backyard during summer.
Holidays were always rituals of anticipation and joy. Birthdays the same.
When one of us messed up and had to pay the piper, a common saying that usually referred to our father’s discipline we would often look to mom (good cop) for a most likely undeserved measure of solace to quell our sniveling sobs.
After two decades of relative smooth sailing the gentle tailwinds which had been so charitable started to shift, swirl, and gust in a foreboding new direction. Manifestly, the wind changed, from stern to bow, and within a matter of just a few short years they pitched and plunged our family into full-blown crisis.
Richard, husband and father, had been diagnosed with Huntington’s, a crippling and progressive neurological disease with no identified cure.
As his condition worsened in the mid to late 1970’s and he became unable to work, our mom was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
Fortunately, her sister, Erma, was the head waitress at the banquet room at Hotel Utah and was able to secure our mother a job in 1975.
Jenna Vee’s life has suddenly, tragically, and ironically became that of her own mothers.
While her darling husband’s health begin to falter and deteriorate more swiftly she was now working full-time while simultaneously trying to maintain the household and raise their children.
It was truly unbearable at times and she struggled enormously with the burden of such an overwhelming responsibility.
Her mother, Delora, was such a monumental blessing in her life at this time and our mom found incredible comfort in the reassurance and wisdom of her presence and in her words.
They would spend hours talking on the phone and we would visit our grandmother often in Rose Park.
As we, the children, would frolic in mindless oblivion, they would sit on the front porch in the cool quiet of the evening, discussing much more serious fare.
Our grandmother’s lessons of faith, prayer, the gospel, and the promptings of the Holy Ghost were a welcome reprieve and helped our mother build upon the foundation of faith that had been instilled in her as a young child going forth.
It amplified her testimony immensely and prepared her with the spiritual sustenance and mental fortitude she desperately needed to keep pushing forward day after interminable day.
The year 1981 brought devastating heartbreak to our mother as her mother, Delora Redford, had a stroke and passed away several months later.
Her bulwark and bedrock was gone.
Despite this dreadful set back she had no choice but to continue resolute and stay strong.
The next year, 1982 was busier and better as our parents witnessed the temple wedding of their oldest daughter, welcomed their first grandchild from their youngest daughter, and whisked away their oldest son to a mission overseas.
The terrible inevitable occurred a year later, in 1983, when her sweetheart, her beloved husband of thirty years reluctantly left her and found peace after years of unfathomable suffering.
This unrelenting roll call of catastrophic loss took a heavy toll but she was a fighter and a survivor and those who knew and loved her were acutely aware of her character and strength.
Humble, gentle, and unassuming she deflected any hint of misery with the sturdiness of Spanish stone she had the capacity to withstand the ominous and adverse with astonishing and truly inspiring ability.
Her long history of hardship must have given her moments of dejection and doubt, but she would never say those things aloud.
She continued working for the Hotel Utah until her tenure was cut short at 12 years in 1987 when it was closed, remodeled, and transformed into what is now the Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
Soon, she was able to find work at Beehive Clothing and stayed in their employment until called to serve in the Arizona Tempe Mission from 1993 to 1994.
When she returned she took a position at Kmart in Woods Cross as a Cashier.
One might be tempted to think this menial, but she thoroughly enjoyed her many years for her position indulged her warm and effusive personality as she welcomed each customer with kind words and a friendly smile.
Her role as a grandmother to 10 grandchildren was so precious and priceless to her.
She loved them so very much and watch them often after retiring from Kmart and spending the majority of her time at home in much deserved repose.
She loved watching movies late at night and the Sunday broadcast of “Music and the Spoken Word”, with the world-renowned Tabernacle Choir.
While working at the hotel, she never enjoyed working Sundays, but found it a mixed blessing as it was almost always the members of the choir who were the dining patrons.
She loves Mexican food and Baskin-Robbins – her favorite flavor being Pralines and Cream.
She cherished kitty-cats, especially “Frankie” her mustachioed calico kitty-cat that was by her side for 18 kitty-cat years.
She took up sewing once again and was ardent in doing
“sew”.
Notwithstanding all the trials she had experienced, from early childhood on, she always found or had a reason to laugh and did so often.
Perhaps, she harbored some bitterness within, but it was rarely on display.
Perhaps there were occasional thoughts of lament that lingered but if so, they were seldom shared and were never a theme.
In 2010, she took up residence at The Inn on Barton Creek Assisted Living Facility in Bountiful, Utah.
There, she enjoyed the company of her fellow residents, staff, nurses, CNA’s, relatives, friends, church leaders, and family for almost a decade.
She stayed sharp into her mid-80s and participated in various activities for the duration of her stay until recently when she was placed into hospice care.
Her trend downward was precipitated by a fall she suffered about a week before her passing.
Several days later, after her fall, she lapsed into a deep medically induced sleep that lasted for days and signaled that the end was woefully and distressingly near.
Surrounded by her four children in reverent and reflected vigil she finally succumbed and withdrew – a beauty, an Angel, and a conquering Queen.
She is welcomed and received in a resounding chorus of triumph and jubilation by friends, family and our Savior.
She is survived by two brothers: Melvin O. Redford (Flossy and Merlin LeRoy Redford (Shirley); four children, Judy B. Wood (Robert) Michael Lowell, Diane, and Richard Redford (the namesake).
She has 10 grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren and 218 minutes remaining on her cell phone contract.
There will be a viewing held Sunday, September 22, 2019 at Russon Mortuary located at 295 N. Main Street Bountiful, Utah 84010 from 6:00-8:00 p.m.
A viewing will take place 9:30-10:30 a.m. prior to the Funeral services on Monday, September 23, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. also held at Russon Mortuary.
Interment will be at the Salt Lake City Cemetery at 1:30 p.m.
NOVEMBER 28, 1930 ~ SEPTEMBER 17, 2019 (AGE 88)
With profound sorrow it pains our family to announce the passing of our witty and wonderful mother, grandmother, and sister.
Her peaceful departure, so difficult for those left behind, is tempered by the treasured satisfaction of knowing she lived a righteous and dutiful life.
Our collective grief, slow to abandon, will surely dissipate in the faith that she is now in the loving embrace of those she lost so long ago.
A child again in her parent’s arms; a curly-locked young girl laughing with siblings and friends in the tall grass of summer; and finally, a lovely bride dancing once more with the adoring husband taken much too soon some 36 years ago.
Her journey began in a modest house in Rose Park, a small suburb located just west of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Born on Friday, the 28th of November 1930 - the day after Thanksgiving and the height of the great depression, to Orson and Delora Redford, she was the fourth child of eight born.
Sadly, her older sister Marie, who Jenny never got to know, passed away the year before (1929) at the tender age of just eight months.
Times were not easy for the burgeoning family in this economical challenging era as Orson provided as a painter and wallpaper hanger until his untimely death in 1943.
At a time when working women were the anomaly, Delora, a widow and a mother of now seven children, was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
A close knit group, the Redford children were three girls, and four boys.
They bonded in this crucible of adversity and displayed great love and affection for one another as they begin to grow older and go their separate ways.
They spoke often and made considerable effort to see each other frequently throughout the years.
Many of our family vacations centered around trips to California or Idaho to visit her brothers who had relocated to these areas.
She was an excellent student at West High School and emphasized her focus on acting, writing, speech, and of all things… archery.
Her skills as a seamstress, taught to her by her mother, gave her the opportunity to make and wear nice new clothing that gained the praise of classmates and teachers alike.
Upon graduation she attended LDS Business College where she matriculated to become a Key-Punch Operator and worked in the field for approximately ten years.
Several years after high school, while attending a Stake Conference at the Assembly Hall on Temple Square she caught the eye of a young gentleman seated close by.
After a mutual friend introduced them she noted at the time that she felt he was the man she would ultimately marry.
He was kind, honest, and respectful, and they started dating soon thereafter.
After a brief engagement her intuition was confirmed when she was sealed for time and eternity to Richard Lowell Bishop on 25th of September 1953.
Six years later they commenced to start their family with the adoption of their first child, an infant baby girl, and proceeded to adopt three more children over the next twelve years.
In 1961, after living in several different areas, they finally settled in a flourishing community north of Salt Lake named Bountiful, Utah, where they planted roots deep to stay.
The family began to thrive as Richard demonstrated a robust aptitude as a successful office furniture salesman and Jenny stayed home to care for the house and the hold.
Her prowess to this extent was impressive as she was very structured and organized and keeping them both neat and orderly (well, the house anyway).
She was a fabulous cook and Sunday pot roast and salmon steaks were family favorites.
Her specialty was her oven fresh, warm and delicious homemade dinner rolls known the ward over.
Our parents hired only the best babysitters as they would habitually spend time together almost every weekend as they went ballroom dancing, to the movies, or to attend a nightly temple session.
They were very social and hosted dinner parties in our front room or had barbecues in the backyard during summer.
Holidays were always rituals of anticipation and joy. Birthdays the same.
When one of us messed up and had to pay the piper, a common saying that usually referred to our father’s discipline we would often look to mom (good cop) for a most likely undeserved measure of solace to quell our sniveling sobs.
After two decades of relative smooth sailing the gentle tailwinds which had been so charitable started to shift, swirl, and gust in a foreboding new direction. Manifestly, the wind changed, from stern to bow, and within a matter of just a few short years they pitched and plunged our family into full-blown crisis.
Richard, husband and father, had been diagnosed with Huntington’s, a crippling and progressive neurological disease with no identified cure.
As his condition worsened in the mid to late 1970’s and he became unable to work, our mom was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
Fortunately, her sister, Erma, was the head waitress at the banquet room at Hotel Utah and was able to secure our mother a job in 1975.
Jenna Vee’s life has suddenly, tragically, and ironically became that of her own mothers.
While her darling husband’s health begin to falter and deteriorate more swiftly she was now working full-time while simultaneously trying to maintain the household and raise their children.
It was truly unbearable at times and she struggled enormously with the burden of such an overwhelming responsibility.
Her mother, Delora, was such a monumental blessing in her life at this time and our mom found incredible comfort in the reassurance and wisdom of her presence and in her words.
They would spend hours talking on the phone and we would visit our grandmother often in Rose Park.
As we, the children, would frolic in mindless oblivion, they would sit on the front porch in the cool quiet of the evening, discussing much more serious fare.
Our grandmother’s lessons of faith, prayer, the gospel, and the promptings of the Holy Ghost were a welcome reprieve and helped our mother build upon the foundation of faith that had been instilled in her as a young child going forth.
It amplified her testimony immensely and prepared her with the spiritual sustenance and mental fortitude she desperately needed to keep pushing forward day after interminable day.
The year 1981 brought devastating heartbreak to our mother as her mother, Delora Redford, had a stroke and passed away several months later.
Her bulwark and bedrock was gone.
Despite this dreadful set back she had no choice but to continue resolute and stay strong.
The next year, 1982 was busier and better as our parents witnessed the temple wedding of their oldest daughter, welcomed their first grandchild from their youngest daughter, and whisked away their oldest son to a mission overseas.
The terrible inevitable occurred a year later, in 1983, when her sweetheart, her beloved husband of thirty years reluctantly left her and found peace after years of unfathomable suffering.
This unrelenting roll call of catastrophic loss took a heavy toll but she was a fighter and a survivor and those who knew and loved her were acutely aware of her character and strength.
Humble, gentle, and unassuming she deflected any hint of misery with the sturdiness of Spanish stone she had the capacity to withstand the ominous and adverse with astonishing and truly inspiring ability.
Her long history of hardship must have given her moments of dejection and doubt, but she would never say those things aloud.
She continued working for the Hotel Utah until her tenure was cut short at 12 years in 1987 when it was closed, remodeled, and transformed into what is now the Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
Soon, she was able to find work at Beehive Clothing and stayed in their employment until called to serve in the Arizona Tempe Mission from 1993 to 1994.
When she returned she took a position at Kmart in Woods Cross as a Cashier.
One might be tempted to think this menial, but she thoroughly enjoyed her many years for her position indulged her warm and effusive personality as she welcomed each customer with kind words and a friendly smile.
Her role as a grandmother to 10 grandchildren was so precious and priceless to her.
She loved them so very much and watch them often after retiring from Kmart and spending the majority of her time at home in much deserved repose.
She loved watching movies late at night and the Sunday broadcast of “Music and the Spoken Word”, with the world-renowned Tabernacle Choir.
While working at the hotel, she never enjoyed working Sundays, but found it a mixed blessing as it was almost always the members of the choir who were the dining patrons.
She loves Mexican food and Baskin-Robbins – her favorite flavor being Pralines and Cream.
She cherished kitty-cats, especially “Frankie” her mustachioed calico kitty-cat that was by her side for 18 kitty-cat years.
She took up sewing once again and was ardent in doing
“sew”.
Notwithstanding all the trials she had experienced, from early childhood on, she always found or had a reason to laugh and did so often.
Perhaps, she harbored some bitterness within, but it was rarely on display.
Perhaps there were occasional thoughts of lament that lingered but if so, they were seldom shared and were never a theme.
In 2010, she took up residence at The Inn on Barton Creek Assisted Living Facility in Bountiful, Utah.
There, she enjoyed the company of her fellow residents, staff, nurses, CNA’s, relatives, friends, church leaders, and family for almost a decade.
She stayed sharp into her mid-80s and participated in various activities for the duration of her stay until recently when she was placed into hospice care.
Her trend downward was precipitated by a fall she suffered about a week before her passing.
Several days later, after her fall, she lapsed into a deep medically induced sleep that lasted for days and signaled that the end was woefully and distressingly near.
Surrounded by her four children in reverent and reflected vigil she finally succumbed and withdrew – a beauty, an Angel, and a conquering Queen.
She is welcomed and received in a resounding chorus of triumph and jubilation by friends, family and our Savior.
She is survived by two brothers: Melvin O. Redford (Flossy and Merlin LeRoy Redford (Shirley); four children, Judy B. Wood (Robert) Michael Lowell, Diane, and Richard Redford (the namesake).
She has 10 grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren and 218 minutes remaining on her cell phone contract.
There will be a viewing held Sunday, September 22, 2019 at Russon Mortuary located at 295 N. Main Street Bountiful, Utah 84010 from 6:00-8:00 p.m.
A viewing will take place 9:30-10:30 a.m. prior to the Funeral services on Monday, September 23, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. also held at Russon Mortuary.
Interment will be at the Salt Lake City Cemetery at 1:30 p.m.
JennaVee Redford Bishop
NOVEMBER 28, 1930 ~ SEPTEMBER 17, 2019 (AGE 88)
With profound sorrow it pains our family to announce the passing of our witty and wonderful mother, grandmother, and sister.
Her peaceful departure, so difficult for those left behind, is tempered by the treasured satisfaction of knowing she lived a righteous and dutiful life.
Our collective grief, slow to abandon, will surely dissipate in the faith that she is now in the loving embrace of those she lost so long ago.
A child again in her parent’s arms; a curly-locked young girl laughing with siblings and friends in the tall grass of summer; and finally, a lovely bride dancing once more with the adoring husband taken much too soon some 36 years ago.
Her journey began in a modest house in Rose Park, a small suburb located just west of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Born on Friday, the 28th of November 1930 - the day after Thanksgiving and the height of the great depression, to Orson and Delora Redford, she was the fourth child of eight born.
Sadly, her older sister Marie, who Jenny never got to know, passed away the year before (1929) at the tender age of just eight months.
Times were not easy for the burgeoning family in this economical challenging era as Orson provided as a painter and wallpaper hanger until his untimely death in 1943.
At a time when working women were the anomaly, Delora, a widow and a mother of now seven children, was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
A close knit group, the Redford children were three girls, and four boys.
They bonded in this crucible of adversity and displayed great love and affection for one another as they begin to grow older and go their separate ways.
They spoke often and made considerable effort to see each other frequently throughout the years.
Many of our family vacations centered around trips to California or Idaho to visit her brothers who had relocated to these areas.
She was an excellent student at West High School and emphasized her focus on acting, writing, speech, and of all things… archery.
Her skills as a seamstress, taught to her by her mother, gave her the opportunity to make and wear nice new clothing that gained the praise of classmates and teachers alike.
Upon graduation she attended LDS Business College where she matriculated to become a Key-Punch Operator and worked in the field for approximately ten years.
Several years after high school, while attending a Stake Conference at the Assembly Hall on Temple Square she caught the eye of a young gentleman seated close by.
After a mutual friend introduced them she noted at the time that she felt he was the man she would ultimately marry.
He was kind, honest, and respectful, and they started dating soon thereafter.
After a brief engagement her intuition was confirmed when she was sealed for time and eternity to Richard Lowell Bishop on 25th of September 1953.
Six years later they commenced to start their family with the adoption of their first child, an infant baby girl, and proceeded to adopt three more children over the next twelve years.
In 1961, after living in several different areas, they finally settled in a flourishing community north of Salt Lake named Bountiful, Utah, where they planted roots deep to stay.
The family began to thrive as Richard demonstrated a robust aptitude as a successful office furniture salesman and Jenny stayed home to care for the house and the hold.
Her prowess to this extent was impressive as she was very structured and organized and keeping them both neat and orderly (well, the house anyway).
She was a fabulous cook and Sunday pot roast and salmon steaks were family favorites.
Her specialty was her oven fresh, warm and delicious homemade dinner rolls known the ward over.
Our parents hired only the best babysitters as they would habitually spend time together almost every weekend as they went ballroom dancing, to the movies, or to attend a nightly temple session.
They were very social and hosted dinner parties in our front room or had barbecues in the backyard during summer.
Holidays were always rituals of anticipation and joy. Birthdays the same.
When one of us messed up and had to pay the piper, a common saying that usually referred to our father’s discipline we would often look to mom (good cop) for a most likely undeserved measure of solace to quell our sniveling sobs.
After two decades of relative smooth sailing the gentle tailwinds which had been so charitable started to shift, swirl, and gust in a foreboding new direction. Manifestly, the wind changed, from stern to bow, and within a matter of just a few short years they pitched and plunged our family into full-blown crisis.
Richard, husband and father, had been diagnosed with Huntington’s, a crippling and progressive neurological disease with no identified cure.
As his condition worsened in the mid to late 1970’s and he became unable to work, our mom was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
Fortunately, her sister, Erma, was the head waitress at the banquet room at Hotel Utah and was able to secure our mother a job in 1975.
Jenna Vee’s life has suddenly, tragically, and ironically became that of her own mothers.
While her darling husband’s health begin to falter and deteriorate more swiftly she was now working full-time while simultaneously trying to maintain the household and raise their children.
It was truly unbearable at times and she struggled enormously with the burden of such an overwhelming responsibility.
Her mother, Delora, was such a monumental blessing in her life at this time and our mom found incredible comfort in the reassurance and wisdom of her presence and in her words.
They would spend hours talking on the phone and we would visit our grandmother often in Rose Park.
As we, the children, would frolic in mindless oblivion, they would sit on the front porch in the cool quiet of the evening, discussing much more serious fare.
Our grandmother’s lessons of faith, prayer, the gospel, and the promptings of the Holy Ghost were a welcome reprieve and helped our mother build upon the foundation of faith that had been instilled in her as a young child going forth.
It amplified her testimony immensely and prepared her with the spiritual sustenance and mental fortitude she desperately needed to keep pushing forward day after interminable day.
The year 1981 brought devastating heartbreak to our mother as her mother, Delora Redford, had a stroke and passed away several months later.
Her bulwark and bedrock was gone.
Despite this dreadful set back she had no choice but to continue resolute and stay strong.
The next year, 1982 was busier and better as our parents witnessed the temple wedding of their oldest daughter, welcomed their first grandchild from their youngest daughter, and whisked away their oldest son to a mission overseas.
The terrible inevitable occurred a year later, in 1983, when her sweetheart, her beloved husband of thirty years reluctantly left her and found peace after years of unfathomable suffering.
This unrelenting roll call of catastrophic loss took a heavy toll but she was a fighter and a survivor and those who knew and loved her were acutely aware of her character and strength.
Humble, gentle, and unassuming she deflected any hint of misery with the sturdiness of Spanish stone she had the capacity to withstand the ominous and adverse with astonishing and truly inspiring ability.
Her long history of hardship must have given her moments of dejection and doubt, but she would never say those things aloud.
She continued working for the Hotel Utah until her tenure was cut short at 12 years in 1987 when it was closed, remodeled, and transformed into what is now the Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
Soon, she was able to find work at Beehive Clothing and stayed in their employment until called to serve in the Arizona Tempe Mission from 1993 to 1994.
When she returned she took a position at Kmart in Woods Cross as a Cashier.
One might be tempted to think this menial, but she thoroughly enjoyed her many years for her position indulged her warm and effusive personality as she welcomed each customer with kind words and a friendly smile.
Her role as a grandmother to 10 grandchildren was so precious and priceless to her.
She loved them so very much and watch them often after retiring from Kmart and spending the majority of her time at home in much deserved repose.
She loved watching movies late at night and the Sunday broadcast of “Music and the Spoken Word”, with the world-renowned Tabernacle Choir.
While working at the hotel, she never enjoyed working Sundays, but found it a mixed blessing as it was almost always the members of the choir who were the dining patrons.
She loves Mexican food and Baskin-Robbins – her favorite flavor being Pralines and Cream.
She cherished kitty-cats, especially “Frankie” her mustachioed calico kitty-cat that was by her side for 18 kitty-cat years.
She took up sewing once again and was ardent in doing
“sew”.
Notwithstanding all the trials she had experienced, from early childhood on, she always found or had a reason to laugh and did so often.
Perhaps, she harbored some bitterness within, but it was rarely on display.
Perhaps there were occasional thoughts of lament that lingered but if so, they were seldom shared and were never a theme.
In 2010, she took up residence at The Inn on Barton Creek Assisted Living Facility in Bountiful, Utah.
There, she enjoyed the company of her fellow residents, staff, nurses, CNA’s, relatives, friends, church leaders, and family for almost a decade.
She stayed sharp into her mid-80s and participated in various activities for the duration of her stay until recently when she was placed into hospice care.
Her trend downward was precipitated by a fall she suffered about a week before her passing.
Several days later, after her fall, she lapsed into a deep medically induced sleep that lasted for days and signaled that the end was woefully and distressingly near.
Surrounded by her four children in reverent and reflected vigil she finally succumbed and withdrew – a beauty, an Angel, and a conquering Queen.
She is welcomed and received in a resounding chorus of triumph and jubilation by friends, family and our Savior.
She is survived by two brothers: Melvin O. Redford (Flossy and Merlin LeRoy Redford (Shirley); four children, Judy B. Wood (Robert) Michael Lowell, Diane, and Richard Redford (the namesake).
She has 10 grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren and 218 minutes remaining on her cell phone contract.
There will be a viewing held Sunday, September 22, 2019 at Russon Mortuary located at 295 N. Main Street Bountiful, Utah 84010 from 6:00-8:00 p.m.
A viewing will take place 9:30-10:30 a.m. prior to the Funeral services on Monday, September 23, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. also held at Russon Mortuary.
Interment will be at the Salt Lake City Cemetery at 1:30 p.m.
NOVEMBER 28, 1930 ~ SEPTEMBER 17, 2019 (AGE 88)
With profound sorrow it pains our family to announce the passing of our witty and wonderful mother, grandmother, and sister.
Her peaceful departure, so difficult for those left behind, is tempered by the treasured satisfaction of knowing she lived a righteous and dutiful life.
Our collective grief, slow to abandon, will surely dissipate in the faith that she is now in the loving embrace of those she lost so long ago.
A child again in her parent’s arms; a curly-locked young girl laughing with siblings and friends in the tall grass of summer; and finally, a lovely bride dancing once more with the adoring husband taken much too soon some 36 years ago.
Her journey began in a modest house in Rose Park, a small suburb located just west of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Born on Friday, the 28th of November 1930 - the day after Thanksgiving and the height of the great depression, to Orson and Delora Redford, she was the fourth child of eight born.
Sadly, her older sister Marie, who Jenny never got to know, passed away the year before (1929) at the tender age of just eight months.
Times were not easy for the burgeoning family in this economical challenging era as Orson provided as a painter and wallpaper hanger until his untimely death in 1943.
At a time when working women were the anomaly, Delora, a widow and a mother of now seven children, was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
A close knit group, the Redford children were three girls, and four boys.
They bonded in this crucible of adversity and displayed great love and affection for one another as they begin to grow older and go their separate ways.
They spoke often and made considerable effort to see each other frequently throughout the years.
Many of our family vacations centered around trips to California or Idaho to visit her brothers who had relocated to these areas.
She was an excellent student at West High School and emphasized her focus on acting, writing, speech, and of all things… archery.
Her skills as a seamstress, taught to her by her mother, gave her the opportunity to make and wear nice new clothing that gained the praise of classmates and teachers alike.
Upon graduation she attended LDS Business College where she matriculated to become a Key-Punch Operator and worked in the field for approximately ten years.
Several years after high school, while attending a Stake Conference at the Assembly Hall on Temple Square she caught the eye of a young gentleman seated close by.
After a mutual friend introduced them she noted at the time that she felt he was the man she would ultimately marry.
He was kind, honest, and respectful, and they started dating soon thereafter.
After a brief engagement her intuition was confirmed when she was sealed for time and eternity to Richard Lowell Bishop on 25th of September 1953.
Six years later they commenced to start their family with the adoption of their first child, an infant baby girl, and proceeded to adopt three more children over the next twelve years.
In 1961, after living in several different areas, they finally settled in a flourishing community north of Salt Lake named Bountiful, Utah, where they planted roots deep to stay.
The family began to thrive as Richard demonstrated a robust aptitude as a successful office furniture salesman and Jenny stayed home to care for the house and the hold.
Her prowess to this extent was impressive as she was very structured and organized and keeping them both neat and orderly (well, the house anyway).
She was a fabulous cook and Sunday pot roast and salmon steaks were family favorites.
Her specialty was her oven fresh, warm and delicious homemade dinner rolls known the ward over.
Our parents hired only the best babysitters as they would habitually spend time together almost every weekend as they went ballroom dancing, to the movies, or to attend a nightly temple session.
They were very social and hosted dinner parties in our front room or had barbecues in the backyard during summer.
Holidays were always rituals of anticipation and joy. Birthdays the same.
When one of us messed up and had to pay the piper, a common saying that usually referred to our father’s discipline we would often look to mom (good cop) for a most likely undeserved measure of solace to quell our sniveling sobs.
After two decades of relative smooth sailing the gentle tailwinds which had been so charitable started to shift, swirl, and gust in a foreboding new direction. Manifestly, the wind changed, from stern to bow, and within a matter of just a few short years they pitched and plunged our family into full-blown crisis.
Richard, husband and father, had been diagnosed with Huntington’s, a crippling and progressive neurological disease with no identified cure.
As his condition worsened in the mid to late 1970’s and he became unable to work, our mom was forced to seek employment to keep them housed and fed.
Fortunately, her sister, Erma, was the head waitress at the banquet room at Hotel Utah and was able to secure our mother a job in 1975.
Jenna Vee’s life has suddenly, tragically, and ironically became that of her own mothers.
While her darling husband’s health begin to falter and deteriorate more swiftly she was now working full-time while simultaneously trying to maintain the household and raise their children.
It was truly unbearable at times and she struggled enormously with the burden of such an overwhelming responsibility.
Her mother, Delora, was such a monumental blessing in her life at this time and our mom found incredible comfort in the reassurance and wisdom of her presence and in her words.
They would spend hours talking on the phone and we would visit our grandmother often in Rose Park.
As we, the children, would frolic in mindless oblivion, they would sit on the front porch in the cool quiet of the evening, discussing much more serious fare.
Our grandmother’s lessons of faith, prayer, the gospel, and the promptings of the Holy Ghost were a welcome reprieve and helped our mother build upon the foundation of faith that had been instilled in her as a young child going forth.
It amplified her testimony immensely and prepared her with the spiritual sustenance and mental fortitude she desperately needed to keep pushing forward day after interminable day.
The year 1981 brought devastating heartbreak to our mother as her mother, Delora Redford, had a stroke and passed away several months later.
Her bulwark and bedrock was gone.
Despite this dreadful set back she had no choice but to continue resolute and stay strong.
The next year, 1982 was busier and better as our parents witnessed the temple wedding of their oldest daughter, welcomed their first grandchild from their youngest daughter, and whisked away their oldest son to a mission overseas.
The terrible inevitable occurred a year later, in 1983, when her sweetheart, her beloved husband of thirty years reluctantly left her and found peace after years of unfathomable suffering.
This unrelenting roll call of catastrophic loss took a heavy toll but she was a fighter and a survivor and those who knew and loved her were acutely aware of her character and strength.
Humble, gentle, and unassuming she deflected any hint of misery with the sturdiness of Spanish stone she had the capacity to withstand the ominous and adverse with astonishing and truly inspiring ability.
Her long history of hardship must have given her moments of dejection and doubt, but she would never say those things aloud.
She continued working for the Hotel Utah until her tenure was cut short at 12 years in 1987 when it was closed, remodeled, and transformed into what is now the Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
Soon, she was able to find work at Beehive Clothing and stayed in their employment until called to serve in the Arizona Tempe Mission from 1993 to 1994.
When she returned she took a position at Kmart in Woods Cross as a Cashier.
One might be tempted to think this menial, but she thoroughly enjoyed her many years for her position indulged her warm and effusive personality as she welcomed each customer with kind words and a friendly smile.
Her role as a grandmother to 10 grandchildren was so precious and priceless to her.
She loved them so very much and watch them often after retiring from Kmart and spending the majority of her time at home in much deserved repose.
She loved watching movies late at night and the Sunday broadcast of “Music and the Spoken Word”, with the world-renowned Tabernacle Choir.
While working at the hotel, she never enjoyed working Sundays, but found it a mixed blessing as it was almost always the members of the choir who were the dining patrons.
She loves Mexican food and Baskin-Robbins – her favorite flavor being Pralines and Cream.
She cherished kitty-cats, especially “Frankie” her mustachioed calico kitty-cat that was by her side for 18 kitty-cat years.
She took up sewing once again and was ardent in doing
“sew”.
Notwithstanding all the trials she had experienced, from early childhood on, she always found or had a reason to laugh and did so often.
Perhaps, she harbored some bitterness within, but it was rarely on display.
Perhaps there were occasional thoughts of lament that lingered but if so, they were seldom shared and were never a theme.
In 2010, she took up residence at The Inn on Barton Creek Assisted Living Facility in Bountiful, Utah.
There, she enjoyed the company of her fellow residents, staff, nurses, CNA’s, relatives, friends, church leaders, and family for almost a decade.
She stayed sharp into her mid-80s and participated in various activities for the duration of her stay until recently when she was placed into hospice care.
Her trend downward was precipitated by a fall she suffered about a week before her passing.
Several days later, after her fall, she lapsed into a deep medically induced sleep that lasted for days and signaled that the end was woefully and distressingly near.
Surrounded by her four children in reverent and reflected vigil she finally succumbed and withdrew – a beauty, an Angel, and a conquering Queen.
She is welcomed and received in a resounding chorus of triumph and jubilation by friends, family and our Savior.
She is survived by two brothers: Melvin O. Redford (Flossy and Merlin LeRoy Redford (Shirley); four children, Judy B. Wood (Robert) Michael Lowell, Diane, and Richard Redford (the namesake).
She has 10 grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren and 218 minutes remaining on her cell phone contract.
There will be a viewing held Sunday, September 22, 2019 at Russon Mortuary located at 295 N. Main Street Bountiful, Utah 84010 from 6:00-8:00 p.m.
A viewing will take place 9:30-10:30 a.m. prior to the Funeral services on Monday, September 23, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. also held at Russon Mortuary.
Interment will be at the Salt Lake City Cemetery at 1:30 p.m.
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