Caroline Halley

Caroline L Halley was born December 21, 1927 in her family’s home in Brooklyn, NY and died February 19, 2018 in the company of friends and family. She was an excellent cook and held a firm belief that all of life’s problems were best addressed with food. She was an active member of St. Peter’s Orthodox Church of Jackson, MS before she moved to Atlanta for the past five years. She thought Brooklyn was the best but was happiest in the South. She enjoyed sports but never learned any rules of the games. She was the life of the party and never met anyone who couldn’t use her advice. Frank Sinatra was the love of her life. She was a fine dancer, a poor singer and a master of arts and crafts. She is survived by her daughter Anna Griffin and her husband Rick of Jackson, MS and her son Robert Halley and his wife Jeanne-Marie of Atlanta, GA. She is also survived by four grandchildren: Zachary Freundt and his wife Brianne, Emma Freundt, Zoe Freundt and Cassie Freundt. Visitation will be Wednesday, February 21, 2018 at 10:00 am at St. Elias Orthodox Church, 2045 Ponce De Leon Avenue Northeast, Atlanta, GA 30307. Funeral will follow at 11:00 am. Burial at Floral Hills Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to The Little Lighthouse, 620 Briarwood Drive, Jackson, MS 39211, https://www.llhms.org/ or the charity of your choice.   Caroline L Halley was born December 21, 1927 in her family’s home in Brooklyn, NY and died February 19, 2018 in the company of friends and family. She was raised during the depression, but according to her, “We didn’t know it was a depression, we just thought we were poor.” The Brooklyn neighborhood she grew up in was filled with her relatives. Her father, Rocco had lost a leg as a child and used a prosthetic. Her brother Mickey had night terrors which meant Rocco would have to hop around chasing Mickey most nights. Rocco was married to Mamie, the only non-Italian in the neighborhood. Caroline went to work when she was 16. She enjoyed work much more than school. In the old neighborhood, there was a social club and the family gathered most weekends. They would go to Rockaway and everyone would know to look for Aunt Fannie’s big hat. There were big outings in the park. Mamie was never allowed to cook.