Nanna

My Nanna, my mother’s mother, was a real giver. She was always doing for others. One of the few summers I attended Camp Barney Medintz (a Jewish Camp that is a part of the Atlanta JEA-(Jewish Educational Alliance) during 1971, 1972 or 1973, she would meet us in Atlanta when we arrived. Nanna would bring food for all of the kids while they waited for the bus trip to camp in Cleveland, GA.

We got dropped off a the JEA which in the 1970s was still on Peachtree Street. Nanna lived in Atlanta all her life.

She would always show up with peanut butter crackers and other goodies - and I guess one of the kids remembered her the following year and asked, “Is your grandmother coming today?”