Jack C. Bishop
1933 - 2013
Jack was born on November 17, 1933, in the panhandle of Oklahoma, but when he was two years-old, his parents moved the family to Wendell, Idaho. So, it was actually in Wendell, where Jack's story began. As he grew up, his first job outside of chores, was delivering newspapers before school on his bike but it turned out that he didn't really have a talent for hitting door stoops with a newspaper - more like everywhere but the door stoops! So, he started working after school, setting type for articles and ads, which earned him enough pocket money for movies, popcorn, candy and such. As he grew older, he had other jobs, including working for his dad, at "Bishop's Automotive Repair" shop, and it was about this time (the teenage years of course) when he started developing his prank skills. Like the time he and friends tied a rope around their teacher's desk and were lowering out a 2nd story window, when the teacher walked in and hollered at them to "drop" what they were doing…so they did. Or, the time his friends dared him to drive his car into the school, so he took the dare and drove his model T right up the front stairs to the school but [lucky for him] he couldn't get through the doors. Or, perhaps the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, when he stole someone's outhouse, hitched it to his car, and dragged it down Main Street. It was this stellar moment in his youth that prompted the local sheriff to suggest that Jack either join the Navy or join the other clueless rebels in the county jail. Jack chose the Navy and was enlisted on September 7th, 1951, well before his 18th birthday. So, in the spring of 1952, he celebrated his high school graduation on the high seas, onboard the USS Hansen, a radar picket destroyer. During the Korean war, Jack served honorably as a fireman apprentice in the engine room for three and a half years, after which, he was discharged from the navy and served honorably in the naval reserves until September 7th, 1959. While serving in the reserves, Jack lived in northern California and worked at several odd jobs - racing cars, driving moving trucks and delivering furniture. Later, he worked for Westinghouse, where he learned the trade of appliance repair. He married Rosita Jones and they had a daughter Lori Gaylene. In 1957, Jack and Rosita divorced and he moved back to Idaho. In the fall of '57, he met Joann Kinsfather when visiting a mutual friend in the hospital in Jerome. They were married a little less than a year later on August 20, 1958 - they just celebrated their 55th wedding anniversary with over sixty family members and close friends in attendance. After eloping to Winnemucca to get married, Jack and Joann moved to Boise and Jack worked for Electrodome and Easy's Repair Service before striking out on his own in '62 with Allied Appliance repair service - he officially closed the business in 2001 but continued to support long time customers (family included!) for several years afterward. In 1968, Jack (and Joann) bought a small dry cabin at Robie Creek and spent the next forty plus years renovating and maintaining the cabin and adding buildings, driveways, and bridges; including one "foot" bridge/deck that loving became known as the Flight Deck. Family and friends have spent many a weekend at the cabin aka the Bishop's Retreat. And, for the last several years, Labor Day weekends have been the absolute don't miss it weekend where the badminton net goes up, roasting sticks are cut and trimmed, and the firepit is blazing so later the coals are just right for roasting marshmallows and making the perfect s'mores! Of course, smoke bombs and glow warms/snakes leftover from the 4th of July are divvied out to the grandkids for added fun at the firepit. Jack never stood still, never met an animal or a child that didn't melt his heart, never let down his friends or family, never forgot a movie title or an actor's name, never stopped thinking, inquiring, or learning and he never missed an opportunity to help his family and friends whenever he was needed. He was a terrible flirt but was absolutely never disloyal. He made the best fried egg sandwiches ever. He loved popcorn. He took apart and fixed everything he thought was broken - including a squeaky tricycle that was apparently not supposed to be fixed because the squeaky wheel always told the mom where her son was (oops!). He wrote humorous poems (mushy ones too!) for just about any occasion. He raced cars, rode snowmobiles, hunted Chevy pick-ups (long funny story), built rooms, stairs, fences, garages, etc. He loved a clean, polished car (inside and out) - his favorite car was his 1955 Chevy Belair. He made lifetime friendships and left a lifetime of memories. He was tough as nails on the outside but the gooiest of gooey on the inside. He was a truly loving husband, the best father and grandfather, and the most loyal friend anyone could have. He was one of a kind - the best kind.
Jack had small cell cancer and passed away on on November 14th. He was preceded in death by his parents, Lee Roy (Roy) and Lorene Bishop, and a daughter, Lori Bishop. He leaves behind, his wife of 55 years, Joann Bishop, three daughters and their families, Sheryl Bishop (Brian and Nathan Montgomery), Debbie Elser (Dan, Katrina, Danny and Chris), Shaun Hammersmark (Rory, Anna and Sam), a son-in-law and his extended family, Doug (Sherri) McMaster (Sharilyn Jeffords, Meghan (Josh) Thorndyke, and Justin McMaster) and four great-grandchildren.
An informal memorial service will be held Wednesday, November 20th starting at 1P, located at Bowman Funeral Parlor off Glenwood (across from the Fairgrounds). In lieu of flowers, please contact St. Luke's Hospice (381-2123) to make a donation in Jack's name or contact Janet at the Veteran's Hospital (422-1000, x7906) to volunteer your time. The family would like to thank Brett Hearl, and Julie Hogan with St. Luke's Hospice for their outstanding support and care of Jack during these last several weeks. As well, the family is indebted to the Veterans Hospital staff, Mary Nelson, Dr. Palma [and Kelly Kirkland] for their assistance with moving Jack to the Marquis Care Center and they would like to thank Marquis nurses, Tiffany and Tracy, for giving Jack great comfort and respect in his last hours.
Published in Idaho Statesman on Nov. 17, 2013