A girl called Iris

A girl was born on a parsonage farm in Southern Sweden. (Parsonages in Sweden typically were farms owned by the church with a home for the pastor plus all the requisite adjunct buildings of a Swedish farm, often located near the church and cemetery. Since pastors were not normally farmers, the practice was to lease the farm to people who were.) It was in such a family the girl was born. Her name was Iris.

She didn’t feel pain, She didn’t speak

When she was still very young her dad noticed that the girl did not make contact with people around her. To help her in this he put her in a baby swing which he hung at eye-level in the doorway to the kitchen. This way everybody who came in to the kitchen could touch her, play with her and generally interact with her.