JackieAnn
Creative Team Member
Registered: October 2007
Location: On the beach in sunny California~
Posts: 11,287
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My gram thru the years
SUPPLIES:
Cardstock: Bazill Basics
Patterned Paper: Weathervane New Pencils: October Afternoon
Font: Papyrus
Adhesive: Vario: EK Success; Vellum Adhesive Runner, Zots:Therm O Web
Embellishments: Flowers-Sticky Puffs & Finishing Accents: Darice; Rhinestones & Fozz Felt: Kaiser Scrapbook; Chocolate Stickers: Pink Paislee; Buttons: Making Memories: Chalk: Colorbox
Digital Elements: Page Parts Photo Clusters: Krystal Hartley
JOURNALING:
Dorothy Etolia Coombs was born on January 15, 1902 in Porterville, California to James Coombs and Carrie Davis. Her father was a Christian preacher and her mother was a housewife. She had one sister- Jannette and three brothers-James, Orson and Allen. She never talked about very much about her life as a child. She moved to Ohio with her mother when she was a young girl. She returned to California when she was about 16 because her father put her mother into a mental hospital so he could marry another woman. (His church’s only acceptable approach to divorce) A year later she met Russell James Tucker at church and they were married on January 18, 1919. They had three daughters- Naomi Jane, Clara Doris and Nancy. She was an amazing cook and would serve meals to the hobos that came to their door during the depression. She was very active in church life. She knitted and sewed layettes for babies and helped each year with the church bazaar. She loved to play cards, especially bridge and canasta. She never had any formal education but she would discuss current events and politics with anyone. She was a ~little old lady of La Jolla~ and drove herself around town until she was 91.
I have great memories of my gram and to this day certain things bring her to mind. The taste of fresh hot brewed green tea and homemade rolls, the thrill of card games, the sound of the sewing machine spinning and especially the smell of the salty ocean air and the feel of sand squishing between my toes. These are the memories of a gram that loved me very much.
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