I lost my white pocketbook today. I sure hated it. I had my assignment notebook in it.
|Helen Keller (June 27, 1880 – June 1, 1968) |
An American author, political activist and lecturer, she was the
first deafblind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree.
Her teacher, Anne Sullivan Macy became known as
"The Miracle Worker." Below is M.C. Migel's September
21, 1933 letter to Helen Keller regarding the Talking Book:
Dear Helen: I duly received your cable, "Shall I be needed this winter? Can't
make plans until I know,"—and have replied as per copy enclosed, herewith.
We have a meeting of our Executive Committee on the 28th, and will discuss the
matter more fully then with them—and communicate with you as to their reaction.
We feel that a continuation of the Endowment Campaign, if you care to undertake
this, might be our primary object—but we also feel strongly that the Talking Book,
which has gone forward very rapidly and in which we have great faith, would require
special attention from someone well qualified to place this development -- its importance
and advantages to the blind, -- before Committee in various States.
It is difficult to explain to you in writing exactly what we have in mind on this,
but I am certain that when we see you, you will agree that this is a very important
matter and apparently will be a tremendous boon to the blind of the entire country.
As to the Endowment Campaign—even if the financial results are not large, the
tremendous influence for good that your presence alone brings about in the minds
of the people toward our blind friends, is in itself a most gratifying accomplishment.
I gather from your cable that you would prefer remaining abroad longer. If so, my dear
Helen, do not hesitate a moment to remain as long as you and Teacher and Polly see
fit. In everything that we do and everything we wish done through you "Three Musketeers"
our dominant thought is and always will be what would bring you the greatest happiness
in the doing. This is said in all sincerity and will always guide us all, and myself particularly
—so just tell me exactly what you would prefer doing, and I will fully understand.
The summer has passed so rapidly and autumn is already with us; before we know it,
we will have arrived at another new year. I think as the years creep upon us and we become
older (not "old") we find time most evanescent and fleeting—the days, weeks and months
move so rapidly that we are sometimes aghast to find that another season or year has rolled by.
Do you have the same experience—or am I alone in this?
I might tell you—confidentially—that I miss you three a great deal and although
my visits to you have been sparse, my thoughts have been with you very, very frequently.
Drop me just a line occasionally, if you cannot write a letter—your communications are always
treasured. With affectionate greetings to the "Three Musketeers," believe me as ever.
/s/ M.C. Migel