Shirley L Mitchell was born in Shelly to Leroy and Henrietta Krista Madsen Johnson. Shirley married Clifford Richard Mitchell in 1933. They had two children. she is survived by her daughter, two sisters, brother, nine grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by her parents, husband, son , two grandchildren four brothers and four sisters.
[Obit printed in Post Register, Aug. 28, 2008 p.C-3, courtesy, A. Fellows]

Shirley Louise Mitchell, 94, of Idaho Falls, passed away Aug. 22, 2008 at the Lily & Syringa Care Center.

She was born Sept. 26, 1913 in Shelley to Leroy and Henrietta Krista Madsen Johnson. She married Clifford Richard Mitchell in 1933. She enjoyed crocheting, camping, and reading.

She is survived by her daughter, Louise (Marvin) Trent of Basalt; two sisters, June Miller of Idaho Falls and Carol Taylor of Firth; one brother, Ross (Ellen) Johnson of Iona, nine grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren.

She was preceded in death by her parents, husband, son Richard, two grandchildren, four brothers and four sisters.

From printed funeral program:

Services at Shelley Eighth Ward Chapel, Saturday August 30, 2008 11:00 a.m., with Bishop Arden Anderson, conducting.

Family Prayer................Marvin Trent
Prelude & Postlude...........Jacob Trent
Invocation...................Alan Williamson
Life Sketch..................Terri Williamson
Piano Solo...................Jacob Trent
Speaker......................Joel Trent
Chorus.."I Lived in Heaven"..Great Grand-Children,
accompanied by Jacob Trent
Remarks......................Bishop Arden Anderson
Benediction..................Kristi Trent
Interment....................Hillcrest Cemetery
Dedicatory Prayer............Arden Trent

Pallbearers: Joel Trent, Kendall Trent, Delwyn Trent,
Brandon Trent, Cameron Trent, Arden Trent, Alan Williamson

Flowers handled by Shelley Eighth Ward Relief Society

Poem taken from back of program:

God's finger touched her and she slipped away
From earth's dark shadows to a brighter day;
God saw the road was getting rough,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed her weary eyes,
And whispered, "Peace be thine."
To a beautiful garden this friend has gone,
To a land of perfect rest;
Though she is gone she still lives on
In the garden of memory