Orchid of the Bayou
A Deaf Woman Faces Blindess, The Kitty Fischer Story
Publication Year: 2002
Published by: Gallaudet University Press
Title Page, Copyright Page
We need to thank so many people for helping us get this material together. Thanks to Luther B. Prickett for allowing overnight visits to the Louisiana School for the Deaf: Diane Stuckey for making the visits so pleasant, and Mary Smith and Sylvia Bradford for their enormous help with the Louisiana School's archives. Thanks...
I watched over Lance's shoulder as the letters formed one at a time on our TTY screen. My brother was teasing my husband about his fiftieth birthday. Out in California, he talked into the phone, while a TTY relay operator transferred his voice into successive TTY beeps, and the printed version of what he said was spelled...
1. Devil Child
Brother chased Skeet around the yard while Skeet held the gun high in the air, shooting at the bushes. It wasn't a real gun, of course, just one of those tiny toys that were so popular back in the fifties. My brother didn't have a gun. He aimed and shot with his forefinger. I watched from the doorway. Skeet and Brother didn't...
2. A School for Kitty
I was five when I attacked Nana's mouth. I had wiggled loose a few of my own baby teeth-a side tooth first and later one of my big front teeth. In both instances, a little blood and pain turned quickly into a stroke of good fortune. First, I would have my own tooth in the palm of my hand, an event in itself Then I would take the tooth...
3. “I Don’t Think She’s Retarded”
I don't remember that first visit to the Louisiana School for the Deaf even though it had repercussions that would resonate throughout my life. I was still five years old when Daddy, Mama, and Aunt Happy packed me into the car, and we left for the all-important interview. In those days, the Louisiana School was adamant about accepting deaf...
4. A Seasoned Student
In this day when people believe asylums are so bad even for people who are mentally ill or dangerous, it shocks hearing people to learn how much deaf children loved their deaf schools. There may have been many reasons not to love the school. Many of the personnel may have been untrained. The premise that deaf students were...
5. Home and School: Ever the Twain
The focus of deaf education, especially in the first grades, has never wavered. The goal is to get us to understand and be able to use the spoken language of our parents at least in its printed form. Thus in class my classmates and I worked on English, which we approached primarily through the mysteries of the...
During my elementary years, the focus of my life was increasingly my friends and school, though my family remained my security. Then I was yanked back forcefully to my family in a terrible cloudburst, a storm of sadness, when I hadn't realized that there was a cloud in the sky. I was thirteen...
7. Life After Mama
The five of us-Aunt Happy, Uncle Speedy, Daddy, Nana, and I-went home first so Nana and I could pack some clothes. As we crossed into the living room, I realized that Aunt Happy and Daddy were arguing. Their faces, weary and tear-stained from the funeral, suddenly flushed with anger, and Nana stared at one, then...
8. Two Revolutions: My School, My Soul
School felt like a foreign place. Its buildings rose up ominously, manmade mountains against the flat landscape. But even mountains erupt from time to time. Transfixed with grief: I hardly noticed the eruption under way at the Louisiana School. I felt like it was happening to a school in a distance city. Still, not even I could...
9. At Home At School
We may have been too young to explore the mysteries that sparkled like firecrackers around and inside us, but we sure knew they were there. David Oglethorpe called the enclosed sliding board on the playground "the kissing hall." To this day, he claims to have been a kind of elementary schoolyard masher. I never met him-or anyone else-on the...
10. Jeanette and David
"See?" demanded David. His finger slid along the lines of tiny type of the September issue of the Silent Worker, the nation's magazine for deaf people published by the National Association of the Deaf It was a story on the Louisiana School track-and-field squad by Art Kruger, a graduate of Pennsylvania School for the Deaf and Gallaudet...
11. “You Should Be Proud”
But Daddy wouldn't pay attention. Daddy couldn't believe the world was different from the way he saw it, and as he saw it, Aunt Mae was a well-meaning if misguided family member who could fill in for an absent mother for his two young teens. She might be a little over dramatic with men. She might be a little overstrict with...
12. Gallaudet: McDonald’s In Thailand
When it came time to leave home for college, Daddy and Irene took me to the bus station. I would take the bus to New Orleans, and in New Orleans catch the train for Washington, D.C. Nana, off I knew not where, didn't come. I was so excited, I was hardly even afraid. I hugged Daddy and even Irene and climbed aboard the...
13. The Race to Who We Are
I felt awkward and embarrassed as the signs fell off the hands before me. I tried to keep my face open, and not show any astonishment or fear. Even looking back, I am surprised by my own discomfort. I had been on campus for weeks already, one person among many going about my business in the nation's capital, one student...
14. Summer of ’67
They say the longest stretch for new college students is the time before Thanksgiving. I had no such stretch. Hours, days, weeks whizzed by. It was Thanksgiving and then it was Christmas. I'd looked forward to going home, but like so many college students, my arrival there quickly destroyed my expectations...
15. An End to All That
Except for weekends with my friends, my life took on a colorless pattern. I rode to work in a carpool with five women who ignored me. I took my place in the sewing row at eight o'clock and, except for specified and regimented breaks, stitched steadily until five o'clock. My life was devoted to creating cotton pants...
16. The Reentry of a Coed
Back at Gallaudet for two weeks, I felt like I had never been gone. I was a freshman taking the prescribed curriculum-English, biology, and for a short time, three foreign languages. I dropped Russian after the first semester, and Latin after the first year, but I kept pursuing French, feeling through it a connection to my Acadian...
17. Kitty and Lance: An Item
When Lance left, I was startled to find that the sense I had of my own completeness evaporated. I walked around feeling like someone had taken away half of my person. I had no idea such a feeling would strike me on his departure. When it did, I thought it would pass. It didn't. I lived missing Lance. When I went to work, my feet whisked...
18. Why Me?
He nodded and disappeared, leaving the library empty. My final years at Gallaudet had passed with remarkable calm. Graduation came and went quickly. Lance's family was there, though my own family didn't come. Neither Daddy nor Aunt Happy were feeling up to it. Nana was pregnant, and Grady stayed busy with his job...
19. “Yes, I have Usher Syndrome”
More than half the individuals who are deaf and blind in the United States have Usher syndrome. This is about ten thousand people, three percent of those who are born deaf Fortunately, RP usually descends slowly and spares children. Even at my oId school, those students who groped for the walls of hallways and felt for the table...
20. Catherine: Acadian and Cajun
As my vision dissolved into the darkness that closed in from all around, I went through a period of introspection. The irksome recessive genes that caused Usher syndrome made me look at my parents with new eyes. Who were these people? And who were the people who had borne them? And why was this disorder...
21. On with the Party
MJ Bienvenu, several years behind me at the Louisiana School and later a professor at Gallaudet University, says that her father dragged her regularly to the statue that serves as a monument to the Acadian experience. The statue sits demurely in the tiny courtyard behind the church in St. Martinsville, managing to combine the sad...
Page Count: 272
Publication Year: 2002
OCLC Number: 794700895
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