Betty's smile conveyed the dance muse in me. When she was unable to dance, I danced and stomped for her, my legs were her legs. Her smile had so many dimensions. I remember how shockingly pleased she was when she heard me play the banjo unlike all the others who disdain the instrument. It's hard to accept that her physical presence is gone. She will be with me in her Smile. Love, [illegible] Phyllis [illegible]