Hi Mama Stara!
Here is the adorable, extended version of The Old Gang (‘my valley girls’ who still meet every Monday night for potluck and communion) calling out greetings to my mother who never fails to ask after them.
Mama Stara is what Marija and Lujbi call her – that means grandmother in Croatian and is a loving and honored title which mom still remembers and associates with my trip back-home and by extension, with all the Monday Moms.
I say ‘Moma Stara, the girls say hi’ and this never fails to bring a happy thought to her mind and a lively story for anyone who is around. Ok, so it’s always the same story, about how I went missing somewhere between Milan and Ogulin and the flurry of phone calls with Marija in Croatia and what with the war and all, Where the Heck is Penny?!? (…enjoying Zagreb, which I Thought you knew…). It still gives her pleasure with every telling.