Zandra M. Price

Zandra Price passed away at 91 years of age on April 1, 2026, in Decatur, GA. She was born January 22, 1935, as Zandra Jane Lee in Stroudsburg, PA, to her parents Alexander Hartman Lee and Valerie Marie Lee, maiden name Soukup. Her parents chose her name in honor of her father's nickname, Zandy.

Zandra is survived by her daughter Rebecca Lee Roter and her son Kenneth Harold Moberg Jr and his wife Karolina Graber. She is also survived by her grandchildren Rachel White Buffalo and her husband Tabor White Buffalo, and their children Evangeline White Buffalo, Charles White Buffalo, Lola White Buffalo, and Leif White Buffalo, as well as Kenneth and Karolina's children Alexander C. Moberg, Annika J. Moberg, and Genevieve E. Moberg, all of whom knew and loved her as 'Oma'. She is dearly missed by her surviving cousin, Kathy Canfield LaBar. 

Zandra was predeceased by her loving parents, her ex-husband Kenneth H. Moberg Sr, and her late husband Alfred Price.

Zandra grew up in Stroudsburg, PA, attended the University of Pennsylvania as an undergraduate, and got her Masters in Library Science from Drexel University. She loved Philadelphia and spent most of her life there, where she worked for many years as a librarian with the Free Library of Philadelphia. She was very active in the Quaker Society of Friends and the American Friends Service Committee. She was an avid practitioner of democracy, participating in civil rights marches and peaceful demonstrations, standing in solidarity for justice and equity. She carried those values throughout her life as a proud member of the Granny Peace Brigade.

Zandra was a devoted runner, beginning in the 1970s, at a time when a blonde woman running down the road was assumed to be fleeing trouble rather than building endurance and finding inner peace. Oma ran half marathons for nearly fifty years, from her thirties into her early 80s, earning a vast collection of trophies and medals along the way. Her favorite running route took her up the East River Drive to the Strawberry Mansion Bridge and then back along the same route to the Philadelphia Art Museum.

Oma loved to laugh and brought a sense of play and joy to those around her. She had an uncanny knack for turning ordinary moments into adventures, where a short walk could turn into an afternoon hike, or a simple phone call could turn into a comedy bit.

Our mother and Oma will be deeply missed and forever cherished. In lieu of flowers, we invite you to honor her in ways she loved: getting outside for a run, walk, or hike; riding public transit; visiting your local library; playing card games with family; writing a letter to a friend; spending time at the movies or a concert; or attending a peaceful demonstration. However you choose to remember her, may it include a bit of movement, curiosity, civic engagement, and, most importantly, joy. If you feel inclined, donations may be made in her honor to the American Friends Service Committee.