Hands of my father myron uhlberg5/26/2023 ![]() Resentful as he sometimes was of the heavy burdens heaped on his small shoulders, he nonetheless adored his parents, who passed on to him their own passionate engagement with life. Uhlbergs first language was American Sign Language, the first sign he learned: I love you. But his second language was spoken Englishand no sooner did he learn it than he was called upon to act as his fathers ears and mouth in the stores and streets of the neighborhood beyond their silent apartment in Brooklyn. ![]() ![]() Quite a challenge for a young boy, and one of many he would face. Such were the kinds of questions that Myron Uhlbergs deaf father asked him from earliest childhood, in his eternal quest to decipher, and to understand, the elusive nature of sound. ∽oes it rise and fall like the ocean? Does it come and go like the wind? ∽oes sound have rhythm? my father asked. ![]()
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