The best part of
writing Singing Hands was learning amazing
information about my own family—stories I never would
have discovered if I hadn’t decided to write a book
based on my mother’s experiences growing up with Deaf
parents.
Combing through old family letters and photographs with
my mom, I learned that:
- My mother had a sassy, mischievous streak when
she was a kid—just like me!
- My grandparents met as students at Gallaudet
University for the Deaf when they both entered a
lip-reading contest. My grandmother Estelle won
the championship after correctly identifying the
final two challenge words—“peas” and “beans.”
Supposedly my grandfather always claimed that he
let Estelle win “because she was so beautiful.”
- In 1952 my grandfather—the Reverend Robert
Fletcher—became the first minister to open the
US Senate in prayer using sign language. Until
writing Singing Hands, I had never
realized that “Pop” had been a leading pioneer
in the Deaf community, preaching throughout nine
states from the 1930s to the 1970s and helping
Deaf people across the South overcome hurdles of
isolation and discrimination. The character of
Reverend Davis in Singing Hands is my
small tribute to my grandfather’s legendary
career.