Obituary
Carlton J. Bordis, age 99 of Ormond Beach, Fl, passed away on April 4, 2019. He will be remembered by most who knew him as a gentleman, and a gentle man. Carl was born in Johnstown on November 1, 1919 to the late William and Ella Bordis. He married Muriel Schumann in 1942 and had 3 sons, Jack, James and William.
He enlisted in the United States Navy during WWII serving our country on the USS Topeka.
He worked most of his working life at The Johnstown Knitting Mill Co. in Johnstown, NY starting out as a sewing machine mechanic and working his way up to Production Manager, and eventually as plant manager for 2 sister locations.
Carl was an avid carver, carving and painting his carvings during his retirement was a great source of relaxation for him. He could often be found sitting in the Florida sun whittling away on his latest project.
Survivors include his wife of 37 years Nancy Bordis, sons, Jack Bordis of Panguitch Utah, and Jim Bordis (Paula) of Rotterdam, NY. Daughter-in-law Anne Marie Bordis, Step children Richard Henderson (Sally) of N. Tonawanda, NY, Jane Delair (Mike) Homer NY, Catherine Camardello (Thomas) of West Monroe, N.Y . He was also survived by grandsons James and Joshua, granddaughter Dana, step-grandchildren Tommy, Nicole, Amy, Jeremiah, and Jamie. And many great grandchildren.
Carlton was predeceased by his son William Bordis, 2 brothers Richard and Paul and 3 sisters, Marion Hayward, Dorothy Dunn and Eleanor Cook.
A military service will take place at Saratoga National cemetery sometime in the coming weeks.
Our family would appreciate hearing any stories about my Dad, short or long, remembrances or encounters would all be appreciated at baldwincremation.com.
My mother and dad were long time friends of Cart and Merial and later Nancy. As a child we visited their home in Johnstown NY and I remember Merial's parents next door. They would have a clam bake which we where invited to. Good food and fun. Also, their was an invite to their lake house, that I remember. There were lots of chipmonks running around and someone had the idea of fishing for these chipmonks with peanuts tied to the end of the fishing line. We would reel them in and then cast them out into the lake. It may sound cruel, but the chipmonks loved it. They would swim back to shore and run for another peanut, and another chance to go for a swim. This was very fun to watch the chipmonks enjoying their swim in the lake. Who would have known?
I also remember see a picture of my sister Carolyn, me and the three Bordis boys Jack, Jim, and Billy, on the stairs at the Lake House. We always had a lot of fun whenever we all where able to visit.
So very sorry for your loss. A profound loss to all that knew him,
When I was little, he would offer his hand to shake and then slip a folded five dollar bill into my palm with a wink and smile. I will never forget that gesture.
He would talk about situations that he found himself in or conversations that he was a part of and chuckle warmly at a witty comment that he had made. There was often some humor or anecdote to his stories.
When I was older, he made me an absolutely fantastic Manhattan and I regret not asking him for his recipe as I have not yet met a bartender who can make one quite so good.
I did not get to see my grandfather as often as I would have liked, but I am glad for the times that I did get to spend with him as a child and as an adult. I’m sad that I won’t get to hear that warm chuckle again and I’m fairly certain that I won’t ever be completely satisfied with a Manhattan.
Grandpa had the best stories, too. I bet he had a story about coming to take this photo. I’m sitting here just crying thinking about him probably telling that story to someone and how I’ll never hear it directly from him. I hope that someday I’m as good a story teller as he was.
I hope that more people will leave stories and memories here so that I can pass them on to my kids. They never had the opportunity to meet their great grandfather, but I’d love for them to get to know him through others, especially my youngest, Austin Carlton Bordis.
Thank you,
Jim Bordis