Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, November 21, 2014

Helen said, look at my crocheted chain, cloud.

She is so often about her other responsibilities, that the ladies who design the cloud completions with different intricacies don't see her there.

It seems that it is Helen's job to synchronize the audio trumpet with the visual trumpet, blast for the spiritually impaired. She is always showing me trumpet blasts here and there, on the horizon. She has the loud trumpet and then the individual lines of the parts of the trumpet blast are always hers to show me, along with sign language hands and braille marks, all over the place.

Today we went to another level, she was allowed to make a chain of crochet to show me that she could sympathize with my labor for my mommy. She said, let's not eat this chain, okay? I had to laugh!
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Sparrow's Spring nest

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