by
Pamela R. Blaine
My Daddy was a very special person
who loved people
and he never knew a stranger. When
I was a little girl, he took me
with him when he would go to visit
his brother.
I remember how he always cared
so much for my Uncle John.
He and Daddy were very close and
when they were together they
"talked with their hands". You
see, my Uncle John was deaf.
I doubt that anyone else could
keep up or knew
what they were saying because they
had been doing this since
childhood and I'm sure they had
some of
their own signs and shortcuts.
I noticed their facial expressions
also as their hands flew as they
talked. I wanted so badly to be
able to talk to Uncle John too
and so Daddy taught me how to
"talk with my hands". I remember
the first time I made the attempt
to sign to Uncle John. I was about
8 years old and I signed,
"Uncle John, I love you." Big tears
came in Uncle John's eyes
and he signed to my Dad, "You taught
her!"
I remember another time that Daddy
and I were traveling and we
stopped in a small town for lunch.
Two men were sitting in a booth
where we could see them. They were
pushing paper back and forth
and writing. My Dad got up and
went over and signed to the man
to ask if he was deaf. I can't
even describe to you how this
man's face just lit up! He was
so excited that someone
could talk to him. He had
come to live in this small town
with a sister and she was the only
other person in town
who knew how to sign. He and my
Dad
talked for a long time and I don't
know who was more blessed....
the man...or my Dad and I.
I think that being deaf caused Uncle
John to be very sensitive
in other ways. His other senses
seemed strengthened to make up for
the deafness. He could tell things
by looking into your eyes.
Since he was deaf, if you had something
to say that he didn't want
to hear, he simply turned his face
away. This was his method when
you wanted him to do something
he didn't want to do or when he
simply didn't want to hear what
you had to say because the news was
not good. When Daddy was only 58,
he was hospitalized with
terminal cancer. When he died,
Uncle John happened to be in
another hospital at the same time.
When my aunt went to tell him
the sad news, Uncle John looked
away and refused to look at her....
he already knew when he saw her
face, and this time, he just didn't
want her to see him cry.
Pamela R. Blaine
Copyright October
25, 1999
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