Double Down - A Blog

Apr 22, 2014 | Posted by Rachel Hopkin
[Photograph courtesy of Jeff Ross]
 
Following on from Nevada Humanities' piece about the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering that aired on Reno Public Radio (KUNR) in February, we are delighted to now have new partnership in place with the network to bring to listeners Nevada's Hidden Stories - an occasional series which will focus on the unique people, places, and communities that make Nevada the place we call home.  
 
The latest edition of Nevada's Hidden Stories features writer, photographer, and Nevada resident, CJ Hadley, who was recently presented with a prestigious Wrangler Award for Outstanding Poetry Book from the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma.  The award honored the latest book...
Apr 14, 2014 | Posted by Rachel Hopkin

The photograph above, taken in the dim and distant mists of time, shows the two year old me near a campsite in Normandy.  Evidently I have always taken my boulangerie items very seriously.

My brother and I were blessed to be raised by two Francophile parents in the county of Kent, which lies adjacent to the English channel. The combination of this geographical proximity and parental predilection meant that we spent many a family holiday in France.  For my brother, David, these early experiences definitively shaped the course of his adult life – he is now an eminent French historian (well, I think he’s eminent anyway). For me, the impact has been...

Mar 16, 2014 | Posted by Karen Wikander

Yesterday, on the Ides of March, my grandmother, Sara Levi, passed away. She would have been 100 years old in July. 

My grandmother was born on Rhodes, a small island off the coast of Greece with a tumultuous and storied history – if a country and its history can infuse the spirit of a human, then Rhodes and my grandmother share a soul. The romance of Rhodes, with its ties to Turkey, Greece, and Italy, sculpted the woman that my grandmother would become.  She was born into a world of beauty, warmth, culture, and peace. She would watch, luckily from afar, as her island was overrun with Germans and her family taken to concentration camps, where many of them were killed – her parents on the first night.

This is a woman who came to the United States without knowing any...

Mar 9, 2014 | Posted by Rachel Hopkin

All photos courtesy Rachel Hopkin/Nevada Humanities

I think I’ve mentioned previously that I’ve led a rather peripatetic existence; so far, as an adult, I’ve lived in fifteen cities across seven countries within three continents. In fact, I was once told by a psychic that I had no “root chakra” and although the rest of our conversation was nonsensical, that part resonated.  So it’s rather ironic that I now work for an organization which considers facilitating a sense of rootedness - or at least a sense of connection - between Nevada’s residents and their beautiful state as part of its raison d’être.

Over the years I’ve learned that the way I best connect with a place is to get out and walk on the land beneath it. Thus, one of the great revelations...

Feb 14, 2014 | Posted by Nevada Humanities

Just over a week ago, the town of Elko played host to thousands of visitors from all over the world who descended on north east Nevada for the annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering. It was the Gathering’s 30th year and among those in attendance was Rachel Hopkin. Rachel is a folklorist and radio producer who works for Nevada Humanities and she put together this report for KUNR about this event which – as she found out - had a very particular focus this year.

This report aired as part of KUNR's...

Feb 7, 2014 | Posted by Karen Wikander

When I first started working at Nevada Humanities, there was a day when I travelled to Las Vegas, trying to woo teachers into using the ONE in the classroom. "Whizz! Bang! Help me help you!" kind of stuff. After a day doing the calisthenics of an extrovert, my very introverted self was thrilled to finally sit back and relax on the plane ride home to Reno. Of course, as it was a Southwest flight from LAS --> RNO, the plane was heaving with people. As I was lucky enough to be one of the last people to board, I ended up in the dreaded middle seat. So much for hiding out next to the window.

That said, I was lucky enough to be seated next to a very pleasant guy who worked in geothermal energy. After developing a friendly banter, and as you do when trapped with people in close...

Feb 7, 2014 | Posted by Rachel Hopkin

This year, as last, I was thrilled to have the opportunity to attend the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada. It was the event’s thirtieth anniversary and since that milestone happened to coincide with its home state’s sesquicentennial celebration, there was – for the first time in the Gathering’s history – a special focus on the cowboy culture of Nevada.

Consequently, there were a number of sessions with a Silver State theme, including a Friday night sell-out show entitled “Nevada in my Heart”.  It featured a range of performers who all possessed, in different ways, a significant connection to this place and...

Jan 27, 2014 | Posted by Rachel Hopkin

First of all, I should clarify that I’m not really an “insider” as I’ve lived in Vegas for little more than a year.  Still, in this is the most transient of cities, that could give me at least a small claim to a local perspective and it’s definitely true that I’m now familiar with certain aspects of the city that might elude the average visitor to these climes.

To be honest, my reason for writing this blog is quite selfish; one of the things about living in Las Vegas is that an unusual number of friends, acquaintances, friends of friends, and so on, pass through.  Since I’ve been here, I think I’ve had about 10-12 different sets of visitors stop by, which for sure never happened in rural Kentucky where I was previously based.  After all, this city gets nigh on 40 million...

Dec 5, 2013 | Posted by Nancy Cummings

The Journey Begins

What triggered my decision to join the Peace Corps?  I graduated from high school in 1956. I had been accepted to Pasadena Playhouse so I could pursue my dream of being in the theatre.  At the last moment, I changed my mind and accompanied my best friend to Texas Christian University.  This didn’t pan out for either of us, and I returned to Las Vegas and began taking classes at Nevada Southern University.  By the time I’d heard about the Peace Corps,  I had attended three different universities with no degree to show for it.  My big dream of becoming a highly successful character actress wasn’t going anywhere.  I was certainly at sixes and sevens.  Perhaps that was it, or perhaps it was the idealist in me—maybe it was JFK’s charisma—a...

Nov 18, 2013 | Posted by Bobbie Ann Howell

[Photo of Walter Dean Myers courtesy of Jim Laurie]

I confess. . .it has been several months since my last blog. In an effort to find something worthwhile to share I let time swiftly flow by as events surrounding the Vegas Valley Book Festival swung into action. Words, ideas, stories, poetry, were swirling around the valley at break neck speed, or so it seemed to me. Planning, committees, meetings, things added and deleted from countless lists of to do and done.  Working to create an event of literary interest for as broad an audience as possible, on budget, with a group of partners, is a high goal.  Each of the participants wanting to succeed and hoping the events will have meaning, depth, and provide a good deal of enjoyment as well. 

Working such programs...

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