Beginnings, Part II

So, here I was, a freshly-minted deaf baby with hearing parents who, like maybe 90% of everybody else out there, knew nothing about deafness whatsoever.

Mom gives me different versions of the story every time I ask her, but this is what I gather: we started off with Signed English, from which the entire family developed a working vocabulary. We have Christmas home videos of mini-me scolding my mom in sign, “don’t step on the [gift] box!” She still has the huge dictionaries that she bought to teach herself sign language. To this day I still communicate with my siblings mostly in a smattering of Signed English and talking, although both of them know the Cued Speech system and can use it haltingly. Dunno why; that’s just how it turned out in our family.

My parents didn’t have much faith in their local school system, so they opted to homeschool me first. Mom, in particular, felt that I was far ahead of my peers academically; she tells me that even as a toddler, I showed high intelligence. Mom had read about the dismal literacy rates among deaf children, and she did not think that I would have the means to reach my fullest potential in our local programs.

When I was four, she read “a big book on Cued Speech”[*] that featured Benjamin Lachman and the Alexander Graham Bell Montessori School in Mount Prospect, Illinois. Now, being from Chicago, Mom knew where the school was and called them. After a conversation with one of the directors there (Ann Bleuer?), Mom decided to enroll me in AGBMS. At the time, we lived near Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

She tells me that almost instantly she saw progress in my reading and spoken language skills. Mom learned the system in one week or one month (again, different versions), although it took her a few more months to attain fluency; and she became a transliterator for another cueing kid in the Chicago district. So for the next five years, we would wake up at 5am to make the hour-long drive down the I-94 to Mount Prospect, where she’d drop me off at school then go to her job as a transliterator at another school. When school went out, I’d wait for her to come pick me up so we could make another hour-long trip back home.

Looking back on it, those early morning memories seem so surreal. I remember dawns full of fog so thick, we could only see the red tail lights of other cars. A pheasant running out in front of us in pouring rain, its plumed tail held high. Whiteout blizzards, and the little red doodle toy that I drew compulsively on, and donuts from the bakery near the school. I liked the rectangular ones with vanilla frosting. Still do.


[*] I’m guessing it was The Cued Speech Resource Book for Parents of Deaf Children by Dr. Orin Cornett and Mary Elsie Daisey. The more recent version, the one I call the Cued Speech Bible because I can never remember its full name, is Cued Speech and Cued Language Development for Deaf and Hard of Hearing Children, by Carolyn LaSasso, Kelly Crain, and Jacqueline Laybert.