The book is called The Touch of Magic written by Lorena A. Hickok.  The story was about Anne Sullivan Macy, Helen Keller’s wonderful teacher.  Anne Sullivan Macy was born on April 14, 1866 in Feeding Hills, Massachusetts.  At the age of nine she was taken to the outskirts of Tewksbury, Massachusetts with her three year old brother Jimmie.  There, they were sent to the Massachusetts State Infirmary.  Not because they were mentally sick or anything, but because they had nowhere else to go.

Their mother had died of tuberculosis and their father had left them. None of their relatives wanted them because Annie was nearly blind and Jimmie had something wrong with his hip and had to walk with a crutch.  Annie’s one-year-old sister was taken right away by her aunt and uncle because she was darling.  Nobody knew where to send them so that’s how she ended up at the infirmary. 

A few months after they had arrived, Jimmie got deathly ill.  The doctors couldn’t do anything for him and unfortunately, he passed away.  Annie took this unbelievably hard for she had realized that Jimmie was the only thing she had ever loved.  Annie’s attitude then worsened even more because she felt she had nothing left.

She would throw hissy fits at the nurses and kick and scream. She was aggressive and didn’t let anyone tell her what to do.  Even though she could hardly see, she lived her own life in her own little world. Annie dreamt of being able to see, but most often dreamt of going to school.  Annie wanted to learn but had no one to teach her. 

One day, about a year after Jimmie’s death, the State Board of Charities came by to look around.  Annie was so excited because she heard they might be able to send her to school.  When they were leaving she jumped in front of them and yelled out that she wanted to go to school. 

The men asked her what was wrong with her and she explained to them that she was nearly blind. A few days later, after Annie thought she had blown her chance of ever going to school, a girl from the ward came saying that Annie was to go to school.  Annie was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to go. The day finally came and Annie arrived at the Perkins Institution for the Blind in South Boston around noon.

She didn’t like it at first but later became quite popular.  While the other girls stayed in nice cottages, Annie stayed in an old cottage with fifty year old Laura Bridgman.  Laura was blind, deaf, and dumb.     

Laura Bridgman had gone to that school forty-some years earlier and was taught the manual alphabet.  This is where you communicate by spelling words on each other’s palms and then feel an object to know that the word spelled is the word felt. Annie was simply fascinated with this way of communicating that she learned the manual alphabet.  Annie would spend hours “talking” with Laura.  She would tell Laura what was going on in school and things around them and Laura would share her thoughts and feelings back to Annie.

Annie was good in school and her teachers saw that.  She had a hard time with Braille but after a lot of hard work, she got it.  Her eagerness and willingness to learn.  Education was what she wanted all her life and her dream finally came true. After she learned Braille, Annie would search the library for books.  She loved to read.

Summer quickly came and all the girls, even Laura, left for home.  The teachers refused to send Annie back to Tewksbury so one of them was able to find her a job doing little work at a rooming house. One of the roomers, a young man, really took to Annie and felt sorry for her.  One day he told her that he thought he knew of someone who could help her eyes.  Annie agreed to go see Dr. Bradford at the Carney Catholic Hospital.  He insisted on operating even though she explained to him that she had already had two unsuccessful operations. 

He convinced her and started work later that summer.  He first cut away the scabs on the insides of her eyelids.  This would stop the scabs from scratching her eyeballs.  He said that he would treat her for a few months and then in a year operate again. A year passed and Annie, now sixteen, was back.  Dr. Bradford felt good and hopeful that the operation would be successful.

After many days of being bandaged up, the bandages were removed.  Afraid to open her eyes, Annie finally did and was able to see. Not one hundred percent mind you, but she could see detail and the doctor was smiling.  Now that Annie could see she had no reason to go back to school.  She had nowhere to go, so the teachers let her stay and help with the younger kids. She still attended classes and became so popular that she was voted Valedictorian in her sixth and final year of school.

The day was so special, but all Annie could think about was what she would do after school.  Annie had no idea what she wanted, but a couple of teachers said that they might be able to find her a job.  Annie didn’t want to think about it so left for the summer. On a summer day, a letter came for Annie.  It was from her principal asking her to read the enclosed letter.  The letter was from a man from Alabama asking the Perkins Institute if they could recommend a good teacher for his six-year-old daughter. 

She was deaf, blind, and dumb, her name was Helen Keller. Twenty-year-old Annie decided to go.  On March 5, 1887, Annie headed out to Alabama. At first, Annie thought she could get through to Helen, but later found that it wouldn’t be that easy.  After a few days, Annie tried to get through to her by being gentle, but during one of Helen’s rages she knocked out Annie’s two front teeth. Annie decided to take the initiative and tried disciplining Helen.

Something of which her parents never did.  She thought it would be best if she could be alone with Helen so they moved into their own little cottage a few minutes away from Helen’s parents. Annie started teaching Helen the manual alphabet that she had learned from Laura Bridgman.  Helen was able to spell things back, but still, they had no meaning to her.  About a month after Annie’s arrival, Helen finally figured out that the word Annie was spelling was the word of the object she held in her hand. 

Soon after this Helen starting writing in Braille.  A lot of it didn’t make sense, but as she was learning sentences it got better. After about a year of working with Helen, Annie decided to take her to Boston.  They didn’t spend long there, but Helen soon became a celebrity. During their long time of fame, Helen and Annie met a lot of neat, interesting people including a very nice young man named John Macy.  He worked for a magazine and was one of the greatest supporters Helen and Annie ever had.

When Helen grew up, John decided that he would ask Annie to marry him.  Annie at first wasn’t sure because he was eleven years younger than her.  She finally said yes and they were married on May 2, 1905.  Annie was now thirty-nine and John was twenty-eight.

The marriage only lasted eight years before John decided to sail to Europe.  It wasn’t a divorce, but more of a separation. Annie knew that she could count on him if she needed anything, so it wasn’t like they hated each other, it just didn’t work out. Annie and Helen spent the rest of their lives together touring the United States and parts of Canada, talking to people, and doing presentations.

Annie off and on during these years got sick.  Sometimes really bad and sometimes just little colds.  On October 19, 1936, it was different.  A couple of days before, Annie had seemed happy and was laughing and smiling just like her old self.  On that night though, she slipped into a coma and never woke up again.  She had quietly passed away but lived a good, long life of seventy years. Helen was fifty-six.

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