![]() ![]() 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. ![]() Uhlberg’s first language was American Sign Language, the first sign he learned: “I love you.” But his second language was spoken English-and no sooner did he learn it than he was called upon to act as his father’s 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 Uhlberg’s deaf father asked him from earliest childhood, in his eternal quest to decipher, and to understand, the elusive nature of sound. “Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does it come and go like the wind?” “Does sound have rhythm?” my father asked. By turns heart-tugging and hilarious, Myron Uhlberg’s memoir tells the story of growing up as the hearing son of deaf parents-and his life in a world that he found unaccountably beautiful, even as he longed to escape it. ![]()
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