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Maria Madeline Project, Inc., is our company name, named for my mother (Maria) and grandmother (Madeline).

Growing up, I remember mom and grandma teaching me to be aware of people's needs, and addressing them before a request was made for help. They said, if "someone has to ask you for help, you've waited too long."

Maria Madeline Project, Inc., in being named for these women, works to reflect the same depth of compassion in supporting baby boomers, while keeping alive the boomer notion that together we still can make the world a better place. 
 
We work toward this goal through 50PlusPrime.com, our an online community of news, information, educational resources and social networking opportunities for baby boomers.

The following four stories will give you a pretty clear understanding of why Maria and Madeline are so special to me, and my inspiration in forming this company.

Tony Fama
President & Founder
Maria Madeline Project, Inc.

Magic. She was magic. And although she performed the same routine everyday, her audience always went away happy. I know because I was the audience.

The magic started early in the morning. That's when "nanny" let herself into our apartment in the Bronx. Now, there's something you'll need to understand before we can go any further. We're Italian. The translation for Grandma in Italian is "nona." I can't tell you how I got nanny out of nona. But it stuck. Nanny was my grandmother, my mom's mom. Her name was Madeline Gallicchio.  

OK, so nanny was my wake up call. I'd hear nanny turn the key in the door lock and I'd jump out of bed! The magic had begun. Nanny usually had fresh jelly donuts or Kaiser rolls with her. At 3-years-old, it was like Christmas morning every morning. I'd sit on nanny's lap and eat my jelly donut. Nanny would sip some coffee and thumb through the morning newspaper. I knew what was coming. With each turned page, we got closer to my favorite part. It was a little comic strip. A cartoon character shared a bit of advice on living well. Nanny would read this to me. In simple terms, she'd explain what a 3-year-old could take from this little bit of wisdom. Then a hug and kiss and off to work at the butcher shop she went. But, nanny would be back!

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