The hand is my feeler with which I reach through isolation and darkness and seize every pleasure, every activity that my fingers encounter. With the dropping of a little word from another’s hand into mine, a slight flutter of the fingers, began the intelligence, the joy, the fullness of my life. – Helen Keller, “A […]
The hand is my feeler with which I reach through isolation and darkness and seize every pleasure, every activity that…
The British Version Ring-a-ring o’roses, A pocketful of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down. The Indian version Ringa Ringa roses, pocketful of posies, husha busha ! We all fall down This popular childrens rhyme dates back to the Black death or bubonic plague of the 1300s. It was popularised during London’s great plague of […]
The British Version Ring-a-ring o’roses, A pocketful of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down. The Indian version Ringa Ringa…
Arnold Guttman was thirteen years old when his father drowned in the Danube River. From that time the heartbroken Arnold swore to himself that one day he would become a good swimmer. Five years later, while still a student of architecture in Hungary, he accomplished much more: he won two gold medals in the inaugural […]
Arnold Guttman was thirteen years old when his father drowned in the Danube River. From that time the heartbroken Arnold…
