The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched they must be felt with the heart. ~ Helen Keller
The virtual art circle invites a response from artists to an offered quote in the form of visual art, photography, poetry, dance, music, (video)- whatever art form that resonates with the artist.
I often times find myself lost within the question, “how would life be different if this event didn’t happened or if it occurred at another time?” A variation of this question arises in regards to Helen Keller…”what if the life journeys of Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller didn’t intersect…would the life stories of these two women be like the uncounted others who fade from memory with time?”
Anne Sullivan was born on April 14, 1866 in Feeding Hills, Massachusetts. Though she was called Anne or Annie from the very beginning, her baptismal certificate identifies her as Johanna Mansfield Sullivan. Her parents, Thomas Sullivan and Alice Cloesy Sullivan, were poor, illiterate Irish immigrants. Her mother was frail, suffering from tuberculosis. Her father was unskilled and alcoholic.
Little or nothing in her early years encouraged or supported her lively, inquiring mind. She was unschooled; hot tempered; nearly blind from untreated trachoma by age seven; and, on her mother’s death when Anne was eight years old, left to deal with her abusive father and maintain their dilapidated home. Two years later Thomas Sullivan abandoned his family.
On February 22, 1876, Anne and her brother Jimmie were sent to the state almshouse in Tewksbury, Massachusetts. Jimmie, who was younger than Anne and had been born with a tubercular hip, died a short time later. Anne spent four years at Tewksbury, enduring the grief of her brother’s death and the disappointment of two unsuccessful eye operations. Then, as a result of her direct plea to a state official who had come to inspect the Tewksbury almshouse, she was allowed to leave and enroll in the Perkins School for the Blind in Boston, Massachusetts. Her life changed profoundly at that point.
At Perkins, in October 1880, Anne finally began her academic education—quickly learning to read and write. She also learned to use the manual alphabet in order to communicate with a friend who was deaf as well as blind. That particular skill opened the door to her future and a life of remarkable achievements. While at Perkins, Anne had several successful eye operations, which improved her sight significantly. In 1886 she graduated from Perkins as valedictorian of her class. A short time later, Anne accepted the Keller family’s offer to come to Tuscumbia, Alabama, to tutor their blind, deaf, mute daughter, Helen.
In March of 1887 Anne began her lifelong role as Helen Keller’s beloved Teacher. In short order she managed to make contact with the angry, rebellious child, who learned eagerly and quickly once Anne had gained her confidence. Anne was Helen’s educator for thirteen years and, in 1900, accompanied her to Cambridge, Massachusetts, where Helen was admitted to Radcliffe College. Anne went with Helen to every class, spelling into her hand all the lectures, demonstrations, and assignments. When Helen received her bachelor of arts degree, it was a triumph for both women. While Anne was not officially a student, she had gained a college education.
During the years at Radcliffe, John Albert Macy became Anne and Helen’s friend and helped edit Helen’s autobiography. He and Anne fell in love and married on May 3, 1905. Within a few years, their marriage began to disintegrate. By 1914 they separated, though they never officially divorced.
In 1936, at the age of seventy, Anne Sullivan Macy died at home in Forest Hills, New York on October 20.**
My eye for me is a certain power of making contact with things, and not a screen on which they are projected… The other’s gaze transforms me into an object, and mine him, only if both of us withdraw into the core of our thinking nature [left hemisphere], if we both make ourselves into an inhuman gaze, if each of us feels his actions to be not taken up as understood, but observed as if they were an insect’s. This is what happens, for instance, when I fall under the eyes of a stranger. But even then the objectification of each by the other’s gaze is felt as unbearable only because it takes the place of a possible communication.