Chapter 10 I attended the meeting in the summer of 1894 at Chautauqua of the American Association to Promote the Teaching of Speech to the Deaf. Accompanied by my able teacher Anne Sullivan, I visited the Wright- Humason School for the Deaf in New York City. It was the school with a difference because it […]
Chapter 9 The chief events of the year 1893 were my trip to Washington during the inauguration of President Cleveland, and visits to Niagara and the World’s Fair. Under such circumstances my studies were constantly interrupted and often put aside for many weeks, so that it is impossible for me to give a connected account
Chapter 8 In the winter of 1892 an incident completely shook me. For a long time I lived in anxiety, fear and doubt. Books had no charm for me. All my interest in reading or speaking had faded away. Whenever dreadful memory of that day haunts me, I am chilled to bone. What happened that
Chapter 7 I preferred a lot to spend my every winter in the North since my first visit to Boston. On one such visit I happened to reach a New England village. It was quite alluring and chanting. It had frozen lakes and vast snow fields. I was on cloud nine. In fact, my joy
Chapter 6 After I had recovered from my first experience in the water, I thought it great fun to sit on a big rock in my bathing-suit and feel wave after wave dash against the rock, sending up a shower of spray which quite covered me. I felt the pebbles rattling as the waves threw
Chapter 5 Under the expert and able guidance of Anne Sullivan I was learning to read. It was a big leep for me. With a lot of practice I could spell a few words. My teacher gave me slips of cardboard on which were printed words in raised letters. I could easily learn them as
Chapter 4 I recall many incidents of the summer of 1887 that followed my soul’s sudden awakening. I did nothing but explore with my hands and learn the name of every object that I touched; and the more I handled things and learnt their names and uses, the more joyous and confident grew my sense
Chapter 3 That was the unforgettable day of my life when I chanced to meet my teacher Anny Mansfield Sullivan. She was going to bring about a tremendous change in my life which was torn apart owing my deformities. I remember the date well. It was 3rd March 1887, three months before I turned seven.
Chapter 2 In the first months of my illness I was puzzled a lot. I didn’t know what to do or how to express myself. Most of the time I sat in my mother’s lap or otherwise clung to her dress as she was busy in doing household chores. In the beginning, I learnt a
Chapter 1 This is my autobiography, a story about my own life written by myself. I saw the light of day on 27th July 1880, in Tuseumbia, a little town of Northern Alabama. Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, was the one who settled in Maryland and from whom the family of my father’s side
Chapter 10 When it began to grow dark, the Rat, with an air of excitement and mystery, summoned them back into the parlour, stood each of them up alongside of his little heap, and proceeded to dress them up for the coming expedition.When all was quite ready, the Badger took a dark lantern in one
Chapter 9 ‘The Mole and the Badger were sitting by the fire in the smoking-room, telling stories and suspecting nothing, for it wasn’t a night for any animals to be out in, when those bloodthirsty villains broke down the doors and rushed in upon them from every side. They made the best fight they could,
Chapter 8 One morning, the Rat spied a swallow sitting. Presently it was joined by another, and then by a third; and the birds, fidgeting restlessly on their bough, talked together earnestly and low.Restlessly the Rat wandered off once more, climbed the slope that rose gently from the north bank of the river, and lay
Chapter 7 When the Toad found himself in a dark and noisome dungeon, he flung himself at full length on the floor, and shed bitter tears, and abandoned himself to dark despair.Now the gaoler had a daughter, a pleasant wench and good-hearted, who assisted her father in the lighter duties of his post. She was
Chapter 6 The mole lay stretched on the bank, still waiting for his friend, the Toad, to return. He was completely unaware of the sad incident that took place with the Toad. He had been on the river-bank with some companions, leaving the Rat free to keep an engagement of long standing with the other.The