~Gordinier~ - Faith Sisters Scrapbooking Gallery

My grandfather died when I was 5 and the facts I have about him are mostly from pictures and from talking to my brother and cousins. I truly regret not asking my dad more about him.
SUPPLIES:
Cardstock: Bazill Basics
Patterned Paper: Nook & Cranny Rolling Pin & Flour Sack: Basic Grey
Font: Papyrus
Adhesive: Vario: EK Success; Vellum Adhesive Runner, Zots:Therm O Web
Embellishments: Chalk: Colorbox; Deckle Scissors:Fiskars; Pops layered Stickers: Basic Grey; Rhinestones: Kaiser Scrapbook
Digital Elements: Page Parts Photo Clusters: Krystal Hartley

JOURNALING:
Carl Jerome Gordinier was born on February 21, 1895 in Keota, Iowa to Jerome Francis Gordinier and Rosannah Miles. His dad was a farmer and her mom was a farmer’s wife. He had one older brother named Valmer. He went to school in Iowa and got a job as a trucker which took him to Missouri. Here he met and married Adeline Mae Robison. His trucking job moved them to Los Angeles, California where they had two children, Carl Jr. and Jack Robison. In 1930, he was stricken with polio after swimming in a lake to cool off during one of his trucking runs. He spent 2 years in the LA County Hospital recovering and convalescing. He had to wear leg braces for the rest of his life, but he was able to walk with crutches and had hand brakes installed in his car. Since he could no longer work as a trucker, he became an accountant. Times were hard for them during the depression and the church came to their aid many times.

I have very few memories of my granddad. But certain things bring him quickly to mind. The smell of fir trees in the mountain air and the cabin at Lake Gregory, the smell of newspaper print that I used to read to him when his eyesight was failing, the sound of “The Wonderful World of Disney” theme song because he was the only one who had a color TV set and the soft feel of the afghan that he crocheted. These are fleeting but tangible memories of a grandfather who loved me.