The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert MacyKeller, Helen
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The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy
Keller, Helen
Deafblind women -- United States -- Biography; Keller, Helen, 1880-1968
The new scheme works splendidly. Helen knows the meaning of more than
a hundred words now, and learns new ones daily without the slightest
suspicion that she is performing a most difficult feat. She learns
because she can't help it, just as the bird learns to fly. But don't
imagine that she "talks fluently." Like her baby cousin, she expresses
whole sentences by single words. "Milk," with a gesture means, "Give me
more milk." "Mother," accompanied by an inquiring look, means, "Where
is mother?" "Go" means, "I want to go out." But when I spell into her
hand, "Give me some bread," she hands me the bread, or if I say, "Get
your hat and we will go to walk," she obeys instantly. The two words,
"hat" and "walk" would have the same effect; BUT THE WHOLE SENTENCE,
REPEATED MANY TIMES DURING THE DAY, MUST IN TIME IMPRESS ITSELF UPON THE
BRAIN, AND BY AND BY SHE WILL USE IT HERSELF.
We play a little game which I find most useful in developing the
intellect, and which incidentally answers the purpose of a language
lesson. It is an adaptation of hide-the-thimble. I hide something, a
ball or a spool, and we hunt for it. When we first played this game two
or three days ago, she showed no ingenuity at all in finding the object.
She looked in places where it would have been impossible to put the ball
or the spool. For instance, when I hid the ball, she looked under her
writing-board. Again, when I hid the spool, she looked for it in a
little box not more than an inch long; and she very soon gave up the
search. Now I can keep up her interest in the game for an hour or
longer, and she shows much more intelligence, and often great ingenuity
in the search. This morning I hid a cracker. She looked everywhere
she could think of without success, and was evidently in despair when
suddenly a thought struck her, and she came running to me and made me
open my mouth very wide, while she gave it a thorough investigation.
Finding no trace of the cracker there, she pointed to my stomach and
spelled "eat," meaning, "Did you eat it?"
Friday we went down town and met a gentleman who gave Helen some candy,
which she ate, except one small piece which she put in her apron pocket.
When we reached home, she found her mother, and of her own accord said,
"Give baby candy." Mrs. Keller spelled, "No--baby eat--no." Helen went
to the cradle and felt of Mildred's mouth and pointed to her own teeth.
Mrs. Keller spelled "teeth." Helen shook her head and spelled "Baby
teeth--no, baby eat--no," meaning of course, "Baby cannot eat because
she has no teeth."
May 8, 1887.
No, I don't want any more kindergarten materials. I used my little stock
of beads, cards and straws at first because I didn't know what else to
do; but the need for them is past, for the present at any rate.
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