By Sandy Wells
It's one of those meant-to-be stories, a case of falling into a job that becomes a professional passion.
A devout Christian, Donna Whittington envisioned life as a missionary. God apparently had another plan. Oh, she does God's work for sure. But in a different way.
For nearly 50 years, she has devoted most of her busy life to interpreting for the deaf.
Her graceful, flashing hands have interpreted events involving five governors, several state senators, President Obama and other VIPs. She's the official interpreter for the city of Dunbar.
She taught for years in Florida, where her serendipitous career kicked off. For 35 years, she taught at the state Rehabilitation Center at Institute.
Myriad credits include forming a deaf majorette corps in Florida and organizing a popular sign-language performing group, The Singing Hands.
Her rich life started modestly at Joe's Creek in Boone County. Several scrapbooks chronicle her years as an honor student, majorette and beauty queen.
After graduating from East Bank High School, she earned a degree in religion, philosophy and Bible from Morris Harvey College.
She leads a women's Bible study group and remains an active disciple in her church.
She exudes a serenity born of abiding faith. Looking back on 69 years, she believes God guided every step of her journey.
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"I grew up at Joe's Creek in Comfort, between Seth and Racine on the way to Whitesville in Boone County.
"I went to a one-room school. There were 35 kids in five grades. Each grade had a row, and when you finished first grade, you were promoted to the second row, and the next year the third row. We had outhouses.
"All the girls had to help cook in the kitchen. As a gift, the teacher made each one of us a bib apron made from feed sacks.
"My dad worked for the Pure Oil Company. He had his first heart attack at 27 and had to have heart surgery when he was 31. He had to go to Philadelphia. We were told he was the first West Virginian to have open heart surgery.
"He lived eight and a half years. He had worked all day. He was a roustabout. He went to the different oil wells and checked the gauges. He would drive his van so far and have to walk to the well.
"When he got home that day, he said he had walked about 10 miles. 'GI Blues' was on at the movies. My mom and I were going to go. I had two boyfriends and didn't know which one to ask to go with us. My dad said, 'I don't care which one you ask, but the one you don't ask, don't hurt his feelings. Don't ever hurt anyone's feelings.' He got up from the dinner table and went to the living room and had a heart attack and died.
"He was 39. I've always remembered those last words. Don't ever hurt anyone's feelings.
"I was an only child and the only girl in the community. My cousin wanted me to be a tomboy so he wouldn't be embarrassed with all the other boys. His name was Archie and he became Arch Coal. He taught me to play basketball, how to bat and play marbles and jump the creek with a stick like a pole vaulter and throw a knife and stick it in the tree.
"I went to Comfort Grade School in fifth grade. And then to Chelyan Junior High. We lived in a company house. Our rent was $5 a month. We had two bedrooms and my dad put in a bath. When we moved to Dawes on Cabin Creek, we could have an extra bedroom and the rent went to $650 a month.
"I was a majorette in the eighth grade and head majorette in ninth grade. I went on to be a majorette at East Bank High. I started twirling a baton when I was 9. I was featured twirler in junior high and high school.
"I twirled in the majorette festivals in Charleston. There were 150 majorettes in those festivals back then. When I twirled in 10th grade, there were 17,000 people at the festival, the largest audience they'd ever had.
"I got fourth place the two years I twirled. My senior year, I didn't try because I couldn't do any better than fourth.
"In high school I was Miss Marmet Town Fair and second runner-up to Miss Marmet. I was in the Junior Miss West Virginia Pageant and got third place. I always got third or fourth. I never could do any better.
"When I was little, I wanted to be a mortician. When my dad died, I was 14, and I changed my mind. I always kind of wanted to be a missionary. We went to church all the time. We lived close enough to the church to see it.
"Every service, half an hour before it started, my grandpa pulled the rope and rang the church bell. When our dog, Tim, would hear the bell, he would go to church, sit on the top step and greet everybody. He would go in the church and sit at the back door. When scratched, he would knock on the floor and the pastor would say, 'That's just Tim saying a-men.' When we were on vacation, Tim went to church anyway. He never missed a service. He even died on a Sunday.
"I graduated from East Bank in '64 and got a scholarship to Morris Harvey. I majored in religion, philosophy and Bible.
"I lived in Marmet. I rode the bus to Morris Harvey. It went to the 35th Street Bridge. I would get off and walk to the college. In the winter, I about froze to death. Women couldn't wear pants to college then, only dresses or skirts. I'd get on the bus and my kneecaps would be bright red.
"My minor was sociology. When I finished at Morris Harvey in '68, they wanted me to start the next day at the welfare department, as they called it then. But I needed a break.
"Mom and I went to St. Augustine for the summer. I got a job there at the School for the Deaf and stayed six years.
"I told the principal I didn't go to school to work with the deaf and didn't know anything about teaching. He said a teacher quit and it was a week before school started and I was the only one on the list who had a degree. So I accepted the job and had to take night classes to learn to communicate.
"He said my neighbor was deaf and I should spend the next week with her. We sat on her dining room floor and she taught me enough so I could teach the next week. I kept remembering how fascinated I was with the movie 'The Miracle Worker' with Patty Duke about Helen Keller.
"It was a good job, $6,000 a year. That was more than my dad ever made.
"In Florida, I had the only majorette corps that performed for halftime at the games. The majorettes were deaf, and they performed to music over the loud speaker. They had to learn everything by count. It hadn't been done before and hasn't been done since.
"I came home after six years without a job because my grandpa had cancer. I got a job at Seth teaching grade school and hated every day of it. I stayed one semester.
"Glen Matthews was the head of deaf services for the state and he offered me a teaching job. So I went to the Rehab Center at Institute and stayed 35 years.
"After eight years there, the state hired me as their first full-time interpreter. I became an interpreter also for the blind, which goes back to the Helen Keller movie. Not many interpreters go ahead and do that.
"I've interpreted for seven governors and Jennings Randolph and Shelley Capito and Landau Murphy Jr. I interpreted for Byrd's memorial service at the Capitol and when Obama visited the Capitol.
"I'm the official interpreter for Dunbar. I did the tree lightning at Christmas.
"I was in the band at the Charleston Rockets. They needed someone to play the bass drum. They found out about the twirling and I became the choreographer for the Rockets majorettes.
"Remember when Jay Rockefeller was working in Emmons and did the community building and named it Rockefeller Center? His dad flew in for that dedication and our majorettes performed for that.
"I was on the evaluation team for the state to evaluate interpreters. They have to show they understand the culture of the deaf and can interpret.
"I went on mission trips to Barbados to the Caribbean Christian Center Camp for the Deaf and to Jamaica to interpret for a psychologist from here. He did psychological testing for the deaf school.
"For 27 years, I had the Singing Hands, a group of people who signed music. We sang from upstate New York to Myrtle Beach and everywhere in between.
"This singer came to our group and I married him. We bought a Greyhound bus to transport the group. We sang for all the fairs and festivals in West Virginia and for churches and schools.
"I retired at the end of 2010 because I had to take care of my mom. She had dementia. I took care of her for three years.
"I still teach sign language classes at the Dunbar Rec Center. And I still have high school students who take it for credit as a foreign language instead of French or Spanish. I've taught at the University of Charleston, West Virginia State, Tech.
"Signing is fascinating. It's a foreign language, the fourth most used language in the world. For people born deaf, English is not their native language, so they have to learn English. They don't write sentences like we do. They have a different culture. They don't think things are important that we do and vice versa.
"I didn't have children. I had stepchildren when I was married, but when my marriage was over, that was over.
"The most important thing in my life is that I am a Christian. I became a Christian when I was 8. I've always taught Sunday school. I'm the leader of the women's Bible study at our church. Monday and Wednesday, I work at the food pantry in Dunbar. Friday I'm in Bible study at the Rec Center.
"I feel tired, but I want to keep doing what I'm doing. I believe in working for the Lord. I started out wanting to be a missionary, remember?
"I hope it can be said when I die that I did some good. I wish I could have done more.
"Mostly, I would like to be remembered for loving the Lord. Look back through my life. He took care of me all the way. He loves me. I'm his child. I'm a princess because I'm a child of royalty."
Reach Sandy Wells at sandyw@wvgazette.com or 304-342-5027.