Giancarla Scrip
August 19, 1926 - April 11, 2020
Giancarla “Carla” Scrip finally let go of her mortal body and flew to the heavens April 11, 2020, surrounded by her loving and amazing husband John, daughter Camille and son Michael. Carla was the second born daughter to Attillio and Camilla Sansoni, in Milan, Italy on August 19, 1926. She and Wanda would recount stories of living through WWII and seeing Mussolini and his mistress hanging in the local square.
In 1952 Carla came to Salt Lake City, to visit her sister who was a war bride. Here she met John Scrip, a young soldier stationed at Fort Douglas, UT. These two married after only 2 weeks of dating on September 1, 1952. She did not speak English nor did John speak Italian. When they went to Elko, NV to get married John turned to Carla and said “by the way honey, what’s your name?” They weremarried for 67 years, the last 5 years John lovingly and patiently took great care of her.
Before adopting their two children, Carla worked for Walker Bank as a bookkeeper.
She was a stay at home to her children until they were in high school. Carla then returned to part time work as a teller at Valley Bank, which is now Chase. She wanted everyone to know she balanced her till each day “to the penny”.
She was a hard worker and it showed in her home and yard. Her flowers were always the talk of the neighborhood and her dirt looked like chocolate crumb cake. She would get on her kids for walking on the front lawn and leaving footprints. Her house was always spotless, clothes washed, put away and dinner on the table at 5:30 pm every night. Carla learned how to knit when she was growing up in Italy. She made the most beautiful, afghans, sweaters and baby outfits, many times knitting as she walked around the block talking with her neighbors.
Travel was a passion for both Carla and John. They traveled many times to Wendover and Las Vegas with their neighbors and friends Virgil and Marge Nichols. Travel by bus was one of their favorite times, meeting new people and seeing both coasts of the US and Canada. They were able to travel back to Italy a couple of times spending time with family and friends in the Milan and Lake Como area. As a family they took only two vacations creating many memories even to this day.
Carla is survived by her husband John, daughter Camille (Dannee), son Mike, grandchildren Joshua and Sierra and her nephew Gary Badger. Preceded in death by her parents, Attilio, Camilla and sister Wanda and brother-in-law Hobart.
Due to current Covid 19 restrictions, there will be a private graveside service on Wednesday, April 15, 2020 at Mt Calvary Cemetery. A gathering to remember Carla will be held at a later date. Instead of flowers, plant some in your garden and think of Carla when you see them. Many thanks to the staff at the Wellington Assisted Living and Signature Hospice, for all their loving care.
In Loving Memory
I am sorry to hear about Carla, I will plant red geraniums and "fluff" my dirt (as Nathan and Lauren called it) in her memory!
Dearest Camille, I’m so sorry your momma had to leave this world during such a rough time. Know that you have my love and long distant hugs. It’s never easy to lose your mom. I loved your mom. She always had such sweet things to say. Whenever I drove by, she would signal me to stop and chat even years after I moved away from the neighborhood. And her yard!! Oh my! There are no words!! I just know we never stepped on the lawn out of respect for that yard and her hard work. Give your dad my love. Hugs to all of you my dear friend.
Momma’s are precious and so very missed once they’re gone. But they have left us so many loving memories that we feel them with us even after they have departed. May you feel her love for you for a long time!
ohn, so very sorry to hear of the passing of your beautiful wife Carla. You were so proud of her, your family, and the wonderful life you had made. Thank you for being an inspiration and mentor to me during the early years of my military career. You were a great example to follow and I'll always remember you!
One of my most precious memory of my aunt Carla took place one summer where Carla, my mom Wanda and I, 12 yrs old, l spent the summer in Italy visiting my grandparents. We were lucky enough to spend several weeks on the Mediterranean coast, where we spent most of our time at the beach. I found immediately that Carla loved the water as much as I did. She moved through the water like a fish in slow motion doing the breast stroke and never seem to be out of breath. She challenged me to swim out to a diving platform about 400-500 yards out from shore. Of course I said I can't do it. It is too far and of course her response was we can do it. All you need is to build up your stamina. So, each day she swam with me building up my ability to swim farther and farther until one day we made it out to the 1st buoy anchored about 100-150 yards from shore. After doing this each day for a week, she coaxed me to follow her out to a second buoy, an additional 100-150 yards out. Of course I only made it about half way until I turned around and went back to the 1st buoy to hand on to until heading back to shore. A few of days later I finally made it to the 2nd buoy with her right next to me coaxing me you can make, you can make it. The next challenge was to make it to the diving platform. Yes, I made it there with Carla right next to me making sure I was OK. We climbed up the ladder and laid on the platform bathing in the warmth of the sun. After resting a bit we swam back to shore stopping to rest a bit at each buoy. By the end of our stay I was able to swim right by the buoys all the way to the platform. What a summer.
John, Camille, and Michael, I was sorry to hear of Carla's passing. She was one of our favorite neighbors as we were growing up, and my dad often asked her for advice about his own flowers. I still have a tablecloth that she embroidered for my wedding, and smile whenever I put it on the table--remembering Carla and Wanda walking around the block greeting everyone on their way. Love to your family from mine.
In Loving Memory
