Betsy. Betsy Rock. I learned a few days ago that she had died at age 69. I met Betsy when she was a guest at Interfaith Shelter in Albany NY. She said that she had been living with her grandmother in northern NY state until she was presented with a one way ticket to Albany and told to never come back. Eventually she obtained social security benefits and found a studio apartment. She had little formal education, could read very little and did not write except for her name. She taught me so much and took joy in the simplest of things. She loved to give people things, even when she did not know them. She advised me that I would be much happier as a blond?. She taught me more than I could ever have learned from books. I have a whole collection of Betsy stories.
