Zlata

Twelve years ago I spent a summer in Potomac as a counselor. Although I didn’t get to know Zlata that well, she took great care of us. She arranged our meals and made sure that we had everything that we needed. She had a great sense of humor and always made us feel like family in her home.

 

The thing that I remember most about Zlata, aside from her revolutionary Taco salad, was that she refused to let us call her Mrs. Geisinsky or Rebbetzin and insisted we call her Zlata. Despite the fact that we were 18-year-old “pishers” she was uncomfortable with titles and didn’t think that she was better than anyone else, even though clearly she was.

 

Zlata – you will be sorely missed.

 

Sruli