Jewell Donetta "JD" IsleyJuly 19, 1926 - September 11, 2014Jewell Donetta "JD" Isley, 88, of Boise, Idaho, passed away peacefully on Wednesday, September 11, 2014. JD was born on July 19, 1926 in the "Old Hotel" in Newdale, Idaho, cherished youngest child of Culbert and Leah Howes. She grew up surrounded by five older siblings and had fond memories of fishing and ice-skating on the creek in Dubois.On June 21, 1947 she married Bill Isley, of Salmon, Idaho. Bill worked for State Farm Insurance and as he was promoted, the family moved to Twin Falls, then Pocatello. JD attended the University of Idaho Southern Branch in Pocatello, but left to help with the war effort working at Boeing in Seattle, WA. Education was a life-long passion, and she never missed an opportunity to learn new things. She graduated from Idaho State University in 1968, and later did graduate work at ISU and University of Oregon's School of Journalism. She was a witty and talented writer.Over her career, she worked for the US Forest Service; KWIK Radio and Pebble Creek Ski Area; and the Community Library in Ketchum. She was Director of the Blaine County Senior Center for many years. Duplicate Bridge was her passion and she attained Silver Life Master designation. JD was also a member of the Mayflower Society, descended from John Howland. Mom loved to hop in her car and take trips to Arizona and California to visit family and friends. She was a voracious reader, and read between 17 and 102 books a year. This fact is known because she was also a voracious record-keeper. JD is survived by her three children, Richard Isley (Mary), Bill Isley, and Belinda Isley (Clint Berry); numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren.JD is preceded in death by her parents Culbert and Leah Howes, her three brothers, two sisters, former husband Bill Isley, and Bobby Isley, beloved grandson. Her ashes will be scattered in family plots in Salmon, and in Teton-Newdale, her birth-place and where her family has been waiting patiently for her return. About death, Mom would say, "You see birds flying in the sky and as they travel further and further away they seem to disappear. But they are still there. They are there, flying somewhere, and as we say 'They are gone,' someone in a distant land is saying, 'They have arrived!' And that is what death seems to me."