Tuesday, December 10, 2013

deaf

 THE METHOD DEBATE

    "In order to communicate effectively and fluently, people must feel at home in their language, and the deaf are no exception." (Gannon, 1981, page 360) This quote was written by Robert F. Panara: poet, professor, and a founder of the National Theatre of the Deaf. It doesn't appear that parents and educators of deaf children have always shared his sediment over the years. In early times, different groups of parents and educators had varying opinions of what "feeling at home" must have meant to a deaf child. The debate over which method of teaching a child to communicate: manualism or oralism continued for centuries.

    The controversy over the most appropriate education of deaf children plagued this country from the 18th to the 20th century. The two methods heatedly debated were oralism and manualism. Oralism was the education of deaf children using the spoken language, while manualism was the education of deaf children using sign language.

    Perhaps the primary reason for the debate stemmed from the fact that "deafness" was an unseen handicap. Deaf children looked "normal," and the only way the deaf child could be identified as being handicapped was by an external show of his/her disability, i.e. the use of sign language or the wearing of hearing aids. No parent wants to admit that their child is different from "normal" children. (Gannon, 1981) In Marcia Forecki's 1985 book Speak to Me! she writes of this fear of evident "handicap" when speaking of her child, diagnosed with a profound hearing impairment at 18 months of age, upon receiving his hearing aids: "Charlie's' handicap was now obvious to anyone, even without their trying to talk to him. I felt sick. I could not wrench from my mind the memory of a picture I had seen in a history book of a blind man begging during the Depression. He wore a placard around his neck, which read "BLIND." My son now wore the indisputable proof of his abnormality. His sign read "DEAF" and it was just as repugnant to me as the blind man's label." (Forecki, 1985, page 32) This is a prime example of the emotional turbulence shared by many parents in the 18th century. Proponents of the oral philosophy of teaching gave these parents the hope and affirmation that their child could learn to talk and lipread, and with those skills he or she would fit into a hearing society as a "normal" child. (Gannon, 1981) Oralists warned parents that using signs, or allowing their children to use signs, would be a detriment to speech development. They stated that the child would depend solely on the signs and would neglect speech and speechreading. In the mid-1800's, educators of oralism attempted to provide pure oral atmospheres in their schools. They prohibited the use of any signs from their students, telling them that signs would prevent them from growing up "normal" and living in a "hearing world." (Gannon, 1981) Oralists, such as Horace Mann and Alexander Graham Bell, argued that using sign language would allow a deaf person to "talk" only to other deaf people; therefore, the deaf must learn to speak and to lip-read. (Wolkomir, 1992)

    The oralists' obsession against the use of signing infuriated proponents of manualism, who felt that forbidding a child to use their natural means of communication and trying to make a "hearing" person out of a deaf child was cruel and unnatural. They stated that the same people who were taking signing away from deaf students would never dream of taking glasses away from a sight-impaired student or a wheelchair away from a physically impaired student. (Gannon, 1981) Manualists felt that a method of communication should be fitted to the child, as opposed to the child being fitted to the established method. (Gannon, 1981) Many educators expressed repeated concerns regarding the heavy emphasis placed on teaching articulation at the expense of a good education. A popular slogan during this time was heard as "What good is it to be able to talk if you have nothing to say?"(Gannon, 1981) In the early 1900's, National Association of the Deaf President James L. Smith stated that "We are friends and advocates of speech and speech-training, but not for all the deaf. In order that the deaf may get the highest measure of intellectual, social, and moral happiness in this world, an adaptation and combination of methods is necessary." (Gannon, 1981, page 361) Manualists noted that the oralists' sole emphasis on lipreading was flawed, in that it is a skill that few people master. They argued that the many hours required to teach a deaf child to mimic speech should be spent on real education. (Wolkomir, 1992) Marcia Forecki parrots this feeling in her book Speak to Me! when she states that "even the best speechreaders lose between 50-60% of what they see." She further stated that using gestures was something that had developed very naturally between her and her son and abandoning this natural form of communication in favor of the "rigors of strict oral training seemed unreasonable." (Forecki, 1985, page 35)

    In the early 1960's, following centuries of debate, a California teacher and mother of a deaf child became frustrated with the lack of progress her daughter, using the oral approach, was making in school. She began using a multi-approach to teaching deaf children in her school. She was very influential in the movement to learn sign language. In her classes, deaf children were exposed to speech, lip reading, auditory training, fingerspelling, and sign language. She called her approach "The Total Approach." (Gannon, 1981) Several years later Roy Holcomb became the first supervisor of the program for deaf students at James Madison Elementary School in California. It was his philosophy that good communication was of utmost importance to the success of the child's learning process. Under his supervision, teachers were interested in providing all students with a barrier-free communicative environment. They used "The Total Approach" at all levels in their school. Holcomb began referring to this method as "Total Communication," and he became knows as the "Father of Total Communication." (Gannon, 1981). The advent of this approach to communication, in which a child is provided opportunities to learn multiple modes of communication and to communicate in the method(s) they find the most comfortable, ended centuries of debate and perhaps finally gave children a language they could "feel at home" with.

 

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Forecki, M. (1985). Speak to Me! Washington, DC: Gallaudet University Press.

Gannon, J. (1981). Deaf Heritage. Silver Spring, Maryland: National Association of the Deaf.

Wolkomir, Richard. (1992). American sign language: 'it's not mouth stuff – it's brain stuff.' Smithsonian Magazine, 10-40


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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

TWO GRANDMOTHERS

Two Grandmothers

A sweet little boy named Anthony went to visit Grandma A
He played in the field quite near her house, She told him not to stray
At suppertime she called the lad.  He ran - no time to lose
There was no smile.  Was greeted with “You’ve dirt upon your shoes.”
She didn’t see his tear-filled eyes.  She did not understand
He wished that she would love him so, and take his reaching hand
Her cutting voice pierced Tony’s heart and so he turned away
“mom”, he said,”please take me home, far from Grandma A

A few weeks later, Anthony would visit Grandma B
He played in grandpa’s great big barn.  There was so much to see
He chased the chickens, fed the pigs and slid in lofts of hay
Then rolled on grass with neighbor kids. It was a happy day
At suppertime he wondered if he’d make his grandma sad
since covered head to foot in dirt might even make her mad
But grandma B looked at his face and took him in her arms
She saw him as a “Gift of God? who blessed her country farm

I wrote a poem I thought “divine” and shared it with a friend
I thought the words would touch her heart.  Does passion ever end?
I painted pictures with my pen that time would not erase
of mountains, sunbeams, lofty skies and stunning deep blue lakes
I spoke of stories, ever true, adventures that revealed
the love of loyal families, and faith that surely healed
A writer has to bare his soul  and shake off any fear
    that criticism, badly done, will violate his ear
The editor is always most important, to be sure,
We never want our “dirt” to show if readers we’re to lure
But take me in your arms dear friend, and look me in the eye

and see the vision, dream the dream, before you let it die

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

For the Love of Lliterature

Oldest English poem was Cadmon’s song
Then cam Robin Hood’s Merry Men’s throng


Next cam Beowulf, triumphant with might
Marie de France and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight


Next came the Middle English writer Geoffrey Chaucer
En suite, Thomas Mallory, King Arthur’s author


Elizabethan Age brought The Faerie Queen
by Edmund Spenser, when he came on the scene


Scary Dr Faustus by Christopher Marlowe
Inspired by Ben Johnson, Donne and Aemelia Lanyer


Sandwiched in between were Shakespeare’s mighty works
Bringing English literature vast prolific perks


Came the Restoration and Marvell’s lover’s hopes
Milton, Dryden, Swift and Alexander Pope


Samuel Johnson and James Boswell
led the way to Romanticism’s swell


Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron and Keats
Shelley, Burns and Tennyson so neat


Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the way to go
Chilling as The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe


Great ladies now emerge, both, Dickenson and Browning
And all those Bronte sisters, romantic stories crowning


There’s Cooper, daunting Dickens, Emerson, Thoreau
Hawthorne, Victor Hugo - Les Mis is quite a show


English lit forever spinning in my head
Bursting in my brain with stories I have read


Authors so brilliant, each handing us a rose
Revealing in their hearts, their poetry and prose

So I guess it's my turn to "Spill the beans"
on all my adventures, wishes and dreams

and if no one likes this "bread" or "road" that I take, all I can say is,
"Let them eat cake."




Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Sister Christine

Sister Christine, Father Dave from OLV  moi

If everyone in the world would learn to smile like Sister Christine
Nary a man would e’er be found that’s ornery, evil or mean
The sweetest woman I’ve ever known who’s bright and witty and free
To cheer and inspire with eyes that shine – why of course, it’s Sister Christine
The music she shares for the nuns of St. Joe brings one to heaven’s door
A teacher of life, of knowledge and truth she gave to children galore
Blessed with beauty, blessed with grace, she continues to share each day
She placed such joy within my heart –in my memory she’ll ever stay
It was by chance I met this nun when I volunteered one day
To decorate and share some cake in the convent where they stay
To my surprise, she loved the poems I thought were just a lark
But t’was her great enthusiasm that wrought in me a spark
To send to all my dearest friends a sample of this art
To share and bare my thoughts that lie so deep within my heart
So all that are encouraged by my words I give to glean
Are surely the encouragement and love of Sister Christine


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

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Monday, August 5, 2013

In Heaven there Ain't No Beer

That's Why I drink it here!
     Actually, I rarely drink beer - once in Munich, (who wouldn't drink beer in Munich?) but this was a very special occasion.   
     It was at the VFW Post in Grand Island that I found out what an amazing woman, I barely knew, and rarely saw did for hundreds of soldiers and families throughout the world.  She was the sister of my sister-in-law Olga, both German-born, from Vienna Austria.  They saw Hitler march thru the streets of Vienna in 1938 and later, both married American soldiers and came to live here on the island.
     When I walked into the Post, I thought it would be a quiet little Memorial service. No way!  I was amazed to see certificate after certificate of a much loved and appreciated lady who gave endless hours to help soldiers until the 86th year of her life.  the "thank-you" letters were probably written by tear-laden men and women and flowed with gratitude.  The memorial line was flanked with proud VFW men. Beautiful songs were sung and speeches given in her honor.
    It seems Liane was determined to send care packages with all kinds of goodies to soldiers in every battle-field throughout the world.  She raised funds packed and packaged hundreds, working endlessly for this cause.  They say she touched the hearts of families from nearly every state.  


"Happy days" with husband & son
Since no "booze" was allowed, she merely "laced" her cookies with rum and was famous for this rare delicacy.  Liane Dahlberg was a hard-working, "no-nonsense" person with a determination to "get the job done" at any cost, yet she had a sense of humor and great personality, as recalled by everyone there.  I'm sure, she and sister Olga had many amazing stories, brought back from their lives in Austria during World War II, and shared with the men and women at the Post.

     I never cease to be amazed at what one human being, with great love, can do to touch others in this short life on earth.  Well, there may not be any beer in heaven (although it was delicious), I'm sure there are Rum balls on heaven's table of goodies!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Vincenza's Miracle - The Book - The Script - the production

Ballerina Kallista Durbin as Vincenza
THE BOOK
            At long last...Vincenza's Miracle leads us through true 
stories and adventures of the  maternal and paternal
ancestors, of Bernadine de Mike, reaching back to 1850. 
            All lived in the ancient cities and villages of Sicily -Vincenza Bellance in Mussomeli, Salvatore Iacona in Agrigento and St. Elisabetta,  and Josephine Alessi & Anthony Ciccia in Palermo & Valledormo 
          Sicily is a unique island whose language, food, culture, and history are different in every way from any other country in the
 world.  She asks the question, “Will my children,
 grandchildren and all generations to come know the
 personalities and character traits of these courageous men
and women?  Will they realize their struggles,
sacrifices, and triumphs?” An even greater question
is, “Do third, fourth and fifth generation Americans
realize what a great privilege it is to live in this, country
 a land that has been blessed by Almighty God?   

          Precious photos taken from the archives of old
scrapbooks, negatives, news clippings, and slides
 have now been preserved and recorded. .  Best of all, there are the “word of mouth” tales from people who have lived through what the reader will experience, second hand.

Boldly presented, some stories may be shocking, yet most are inspiring. Nothing is more powerful
in the written word than truth.  No one in their wildest imaginations could invent what the
reader will experience through Vincenza’s Miracle

The ebook will be sold on Amazon.com in October for $2.99.  Here's the Forward and Introduction:
Forward   
       I was blessed with two saintly grandmothers and a godly mother.  The men in the family were great protectors and providers, but the women were the true warriors and guardians of the soul. The men also had great intelligence but the women I knew, had the wisdom to discern and live the truth, no matter what the consequences.  Men, all too often carry anger, resentment, and even the desire for revenge, but many women live with constant forgiveness – a cross they carry from day to day.
            As providers, fathers and sons are bent on acquiring money for security, investments, and the necessities of life both now and as a heritage to leave to others.  My two grandmothers were as poor as church mice, yet as rich as kings for their constant cries to heaven for family and friends were laid in the “bank of heaven,” never to be lost, stolen, or rotted away.  It is this “stash” of goods I rely on every moment that I am alive. 
            The faith of the women in my life, including many wonderful friends, are seeds that have been planted in my heart and continue to grow. They blossom into the fruit and flowers I can freely give to others.  Only when we know that a Mighty God lives inside of us are we able to pour out our love for family, friends, and the unlovable.   
            Before the creation of the world, each of us was born into the heart and mind of God who knew the time, place and talents which would be bestowed upon us.  The stories of Vincenza, Josephine and Jessie will not lie in the grave, nor will they ever end.  All three gave me life.  All three gave me eyes to see beyond this world and the courage to choose my eternity.  May their stories pierce every heart, unleashing the potential of greatness of each of us to overflow to all of mankind. 
INTRODUCTION
Sicily – where purple peaks pierce softened pastel skies and angels dance on sunbeams leaving softened shadows of olive trees. Yet, barren landscapes, formerly lush, reveal the Roman scavenger’s ravage of domination and greed endured from earlier centuries. Ruins of Greek pillars, orphaned by voluminous volcano eruptions and earthquakes astound the visitor as well as the stunning beauty of breathtaking seacoasts surrounded by sensuous sunsets.
 It was there that stories of oppression amidst golden churches, thronged by poverty-stricken peasants, were revealed to future generations.  These fleeing immigrants were forced to forsake the land of their birth and join the multitudes with carpet bags filled with hope, to another land promising “milk and honey” and “golden streets”. 


THE DANCE-DRAMA
A scene from the production of Vincenza's Miracl 

The production is a 45 minute presentation encompassing 100 years of life in Sicily and America, featuring the the Bellance, Iacono, Alessi & Ciccia families
Professional actors, singers and dancers will star in  performances in local theaters this fall and spring, through the Royale Dance Theatre,
Multi-media effects will be produced by professional videographer JL De Mike 
Dancers, actors and singers are invited to audition by calling 716 930 7100.

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Death of Butterboy Bob

The Death of Butterboy Bob

I am an admitted seafood addict.  Shrimp, Crab, scallops,  freshwater fish and especially lobster are the ultimate I fishy fare for moi!  My one son, whom I visit quite often, knows all too well my favorite foods, desserts (ah yes, crème brulée), even wine, and loads the usually spare fridge (he’s a bachelor), with my favorites at each visit.
            Sadly, he neglected to supply me with the ultimate gourmet of gastronomics on my last two visits – live lobster, and vowed to make amends.  On a surprise visit this past weekend, this wonderful, thoughtful and crazy son carried I three huge bags of groceries  and dared me to open them.  Standing there with the most mischievous grin on his face, he watched as I unwrapped cold cuts, pastries, shrimp, rye bread etc.  The last one however, had the strangest shape.  I don’t know which was louder, my shriek or the gales of laughter from my son. 
Lo and behold, there was this poor unfortunate sea creature, Butterboy Bob, as my son named him, wriggling around the plastic bag with huge rubber-band-held claws,  horrid looking eyes,, tongue and antenna -destined for an untimely death. I was then subjected to the famous reminder, “If you teach a man to fish…”  He, also, in his former Lieutenant-Colonel voice stated, “I’m going to teach you to cook your own lobster, so you can do it on your own”.  (or did it sound more like a general?)
Later on, carrying this black  mini sea urchin to  a pot of boiling water (with my bare hands), and posed for a picture to preserve this momentous occasion.  All of a sudden, ‘Bob’ whacked me with his tail. I screamed and flung him into the waiting bubbling waters.  No, he didn't scream, but I’m sure  I heard a faint voice saying, “I’m dying of this heat”. 
Fifteen minutes later, with hammer and screwdriver, we cracked him open, doused him in butter and feasted on this most luscious, long-awaited lunch
Yes, he taught me to “fish” – I’ll have lobster for life.  Au revoir Butterboy Bob.  Bonjour Slippery Sal – my next victim

Monday, July 15, 2013

Yurek Lazowski and me

Great memories / great times.  From the archives of the Royale Dance Theatre - Seminars held with guest artist Yurek Lazowski, star of the  Ballet Russe.  Yurek told me many stories about his tour with the Ballet and incidents with the famous artists who painted for the touring Diaghilev company.  Bottom right photo is Debra Evans, fourth from the left.  Top right is former student of Bernadine de Mike,, prima ballerina Michelle Lucci in a typical fun moment.  Yurek was a charming, yet meticulous choreographer. Yurek performed as the leading soloist in Stravinski's  opening of "Histoire du Soldat"  In Boston Massachussetts.  I won't repeat what happened at that event!!!
  

Friday, July 12, 2013

My "Sidekick", A Genius Invention (though you may not think so)

Is all this necessary?
        It all started at Hilbert college last fall.  I kept leaving my totally precious hard drive, containing my life's work and photos, plugged into the USB near the floor of the computer.  After loading my books, purse, etc. who could remember that little black thing at my feet?  I was nearly insane with fear of losing this  box called the  "Passport." It certainly was my passport to all future printing at that time.   The Hilbert Campus security was enlisted and Frank,the "Knight in shining Blue" (who should have been an FBI agent), vowed to invade every venue to find it,  Lo and behold, after investigating who sat where  at what time, he tracked the finder and returned it to me.  I was a happy camper until I left the next one in the library. (same scenario) and later in the academic service computer room (that time it was the mini thumb drive - easier to forget.  Every when I walked into the Campus Security office they immediately asked "What did you lose this time Bernadine?"

The "Bing" boy - my dad, my inspiration
       On a a trip to Florida, the Office Max people forgot to give me the thumb drive they were using to print my photos- their fault this time, but equally as stressful.  Not only have I left hard drives, but, worse than that, my cell phone which I put on shelves in the library or in stores to examine items with both hands. Restaurants, friends homes, my car, various rooms in the house, bathrobe pockets - you name it, my cell phones been there.

     Time for a "bing"  (my inventive dad's name for a solution).  Hopefully following my father's creative genius, I knew I had to come up with something no one had ever thought of, no matter how crazy it might seem.  I started with the cell phone.  throwing it in my purse did no good.  I had to carry that huge thing around then fumble through to the very bottom to find it.  By the time I did, it stopped ringing - of course.  I couldn't carry  a strap at my wrist - needed hands for writing, so wanting something elegant and useful, I took a piece of sheer blue beaded fabric and made a holder and strap.  It was certainly elegant but impractical, wearing through the flimsy fabric.
     Persevering until I got it right took six months and at least four prototypes. At last I came up with a little number I call the "Sidekick".  It has everything - glamour, bling,  personality, a "see-through" cell phone holder at the back (you can see who's calling in one second and answer in two), a pocket for credit card, even room for a small point and shoot camera (I'm never without my Samsung).  At the bottom, I keep three small thumb drives and hook my car keys on the side.  Who needs big purses with everything but the kitchen sink.(do you really put on makeup in the store?)  Another exclusive perk is the fact that all sidekicks are personalized.  (this took a lot of trial and error).  I sling it around my neck and shop, write, clean, cook. and never miss a call!  
Sidekick with jewels added and flounced strap
     The kids at the gym ordered some so while I was at it, I decided to make some for dear friends and relatives. Adding to this craze for personalized holders, I even made a Chromebook holder to die for.  It's a Google designed bag with photos of every child on the back.  Who needs a wallet to show family pics?
My "Eat your heart out Google-lovers" bag (holds my Chromebook and flat notebook)

Campus Security is wondering why I haven't visited them lately!