Contemplations from former Executive Director, Pamela Hilton Snow and NCE Board Member Emeritus, Terry Ferguson on Omaha philanthropist, Richard Holland. Continue Reading…
Photo Credit to Jeffery Z. Carney / The Omaha World Herald
The writer, of Lincoln, is a founding director and a past president of the Nebraska Cultural Endowment.
Recent days marked the passing of LaVon Crosby, a retired Nebraska state senator from Lincoln and widow of former Gov. Robert Crosby.
LaVon Crosby exhibited the personal qualities we should expect of our elected officials. She worked passionately and successfully on issues that were important to her and her constituents. She comported herself with dignity. She could disagree with her colleagues while remaining respectful and without demonizing them or their positions.
It was with sadness that we noted the passing of LaVon Crosby (“Crosby, beloved state senator, dies,” July 28). LaVon was a treasured legislator but she was much more than that. She will be remembered as an effective voice in the legislature but more so as a beloved lady and friend. She was the godmother of the Nebraska Cultural Endowment, which she remembered as her proudest accomplishment. It was her primary bill and was ushered into fruition.
State Sen. LaVon Crosby of Lincoln, OMAHA WORLD-HERALD STAFF PHOTO BY JEFFREY Z. CARNEY. FOR USE WITH LESLIE REED FEATURE.
One of the synonyms for the word legacy is, gift; something given freely, no recompense. Another is endowment. As I pause in my hurried schedule to remember our Honorary Board Chair, LaVon Crosby, it is of significance to me that those words describe the legacy Sen. Crosby left to the State of Nebraska in the Nebraska Cultural Endowment. Continue Reading…
Daniel Martinez in concert
Photo by Stephen McAlister
Music has been an important part of my family’s life since I was a child. For my 14th birthday, my mother gave me an old guitar and I started playing. When I was singing, it felt like I was following someone else’s rules. But when I played the guitar, I made my own rules. Continue Reading…
The stories often told to me as I was growing up always had to do with my insistence to sing…without knowing a song. Perhaps it was from my musical mother who always hummed or sang songs as she did her household duties and certainly not from my tone-deaf father but singing was in my soul. Since I knew no songs I would make up songs. These were pathetic songs about sofas and bookshelves or anything else in my line of vision at the time. However, no one discouraged me and in fact I was encouraged to keep singing my songs. Continue Reading…
Summer Day at M’s
One of the first questions people ask me when they find out I’m an artist is “How long have you been painting?” It always makes me try to count backwards and figure out how long has it been, really? I usually say about 30 years but thinking back it was even earlier. Continue Reading…