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The Life of Helen Keller, Intro
by Esther Causland
Helen Keller was born on June 27, 1880, on a farm in Tuscumbia, Alabama. Mr. and Mrs. Keller were overjoyed to have such a beautiful baby girl! Her mother and father were Kate Adams and Captain Arthur H. Keller.
When Helen was a year and a half old, she became ill. She had a high fever. Her parents were afraid that she would die. In a few days the illness was gone, but something was still wrong with little Helen, she could no longer see or hear. The illness had left her blind and deaf. (Part One in next week’s Cub Reporter.)
by Sumer Curtis, Ms. Garner’s Class, Northside School
The most wonderful day of my life is when I was born. So hold on to your seat. My mom is fixing to give birth for the 3rd and last time.
She woke up extra early one hot July summer day. She knew right off that something was different. After eating a wonderful breakfast the only thing she could keep down for 9 months. She had a little more energy than usual.
She cleaned the house, took out the trash, and went to the grocery store and started supper that night. She also had a doctor’s appointment at 2:00. She drove herself there and saw her wonderful doctor and he told her he hoped she was ready; she was fixing to have a baby.
After trying to convince him she wasn’t, he sent her to the hospital anyway. My dad worked in Rogersville, AL then. It was usually a three hour trip. He made it in record time in one hour and forty-fve minutes tops. I was born 12 hours later at 2:45 am, July 21, 1998. I weighed 6 pounds and 3 ounces and had a heedful of brown-blond hair. I didn’t cry much until I got home and met my two older sisters.
by Amy Faith Williams, Ms. Garner’s Class, Northside School
My day in history began with Mom and Dad checking into East Alabama Medical Center at 10 am for a caesarean delivery. Dr. Harris was the attending obstetrician. This beautiful spring day was April 24, 1999. I was a girl! I was delivered at 3:56am. My mom had named me Amaris Faith Williams. That week in April had started off sad. At Columbine High School, 13 students were killed. My mom says she was so sad. But on that Saturday the 24th, a miracle happened and brought her great joy. That was me! My classmate, Rasheed, was born four days after me. We were in the same room.
At 3:56 am, I made my entrance into this world. My mom was amazed. I was the fourth child in my family. I had to stay in the hospital because my iron was low. When I got out, family and church and friends were all gathered at the house. In short, my nickname is Amy Faith. One thing I know for certain is my birth story was the beginning of…me!