Every year now, dozens of young New Yorkers will get help on their way to college from a fund that carries her name.
Most of them will never know who she was.
The daughter of immigrants who grew up in the Great Depression.
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The young woman who earned her degree at night.
The third person ever hired at her firm, who sat at the same kind of desk for 67 years and never said a word about what she had built.
That snowy morning, a colleague asked her what she was doing there.
"Why, where should I be?"
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Sylvia Bloom always knew exactly where she should be.
In the end, she made sure her fortune did, too.
