Katherine Hager's Application for the Leo

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I am always really excited to introduce myself to people...I think

a lot of that is because I just love making friends. So, here it

goes! My name is Katie Hager. I am a 25-‐year-‐old

photographer, writer, entertainer, & musician. I live in

Louisville, KY with the love of my life & our two furbabies,

Bishop & Voodoo. I am Southern to the core (I run a blog

called ‘Lessons from a Southern Belle’)

& a foreign film junkie. I love taking the long way on back & a foreign film junkie. I love taking the long way on back

roads with the windows down, chai lattes,

the smell of books, cardgians, & owls. I also have an

unhealthy obsession of historic architecture and crab rangoon.

I am always really excited to introduce myself to people...I think

a lot of that is because I just love making friends. So, here it

goes! My name is Katie Hager. I am a 25-‐year-‐old

photographer, writer, entertainer, & musician. I live in

Louisville, KY with the love of my life & our two furbabies,

Bishop & Voodoo. I am Southern to the core (I run a blog

called ‘Lessons from a Southern Belle’)

& a foreign film junkie. I love taking the long way on back & a foreign film junkie. I love taking the long way on back

roads with the windows down, chai lattes,

the smell of books, cardgians, & owls. I also have an

unhealthy obsession of historic architecture and crab rangoon.

Contact(502) 649-8498

[email protected]

6122 Big ben drive, APT 551

Louisville, ky 40291

(502) 649-8498

[email protected]

6122 Big ben drive, APT 551

Louisville, ky 40291

I love the idea of being able to join a passionate, hard-working team of

fellow creatives, and put my experience of writing, design, creativity,

and love of art to work in the dynamic field that the Leo Weekly offers.

II am a graduate of the Art Institute of Tennessee--Nashville and a pro-

fessional photographer, with over five years experience. I am profi-

cient with Adobe Suites and Macintosh computers which helps to

outfit my products in both commercial and fine art work. I am highly

efficient, and organize my time to complete tasks quickly and accu-

rately. I am also a self-starter and can work very well independently or

as a team player. Beyond that, I also possess excellent communication

skills--both written and verbal;; I am more than proficient with comput-

er programs such as MS Word, Excel, Powerpoint, and I can write

HTML code.

Above all else, I love to write. I started my blog "Lessons from a

Southern Belle" over three years ago and since have gained over 2000

followers. I love poetry and any time I get my hands on a book, I will

immediately sit down to read. I have been writing my whole life, but

only recently have I been reporting for my hometown newspaper, the

Meade County Messenger. I feel that I would be a valuable asset to the

Leo, mostly because of my love for writing.

II am confident that I am a qualified candidate for the reporter position,

and I would be a great fit in your company. I am eager to contribute to

your organization's success.













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the Art Institutes of Tennessee

Nashville, Tennessee

2012 graduate: bachelor of fine arts

photogrpahic imagining, color theory, design

graduated with honors

Western Kentucky University

Bowling Green, Kentucky

2009 graduate: associates of sociology

social work; drug rehabilitation & family therapy

Meade County High School

brandenburg, Kentucky

2006 graduate with honors

Been there, Done that

Writing

The truth is that I will probably never go to the moon;;

I’ll never walk on Mars, either. The closest I am likely to

get to another world are the old, deteriorating buildings of

the southern countryside. I love them – the alienness of

their vast, empty spaces;; the stark desolation, beautiful

and menacing. How the endless array of broken windows

and crumbling brick both swallow you up and scale you

down,down, making all human endeavors seem almost comfort-

ingly trivial.

All my life I have been attracted to the ideas and simplic-

ity of eras gone-by. My favorite places are those no one

really knows about: lands of extremes and contrasts,

where sublime landscapes are framed by scenes of the

apocalypse come early. Those very concepts have led me

to invest quite a bit of time in the exploration of dilapi-

dated architecture in Meade County and to one place in

particular.

The “New Ace Theater” – a large building that sits

across Main Street from Little Dave’s, on Lots 50 and 51

in downtown Brandenburg – is a hidden theater waiting to

be discovered by those of us who never knew of its exis-

tence in the first place.

Construction began on the theater in 1920. Its finish

date, however, remains a mystery. Upon completion, the

theater and rooms above were written to be 7,560 square

feet. Its flat, masonry exterior was home to a porch on the

second floor for the use of the apartment tenants. Prior to

having been built, the land was owned by Edward Yeakel

and his wife, both of Hollywood, Calif. Yeakel financed

thethe construction of the theater and sold it soon after in late

April of 1926 to the Brandenburg Realty Company.

Looking upon it presently, no one would suspect it of the

grandeur it held inside. The door is sealed shut with rust

and cobwebs;; to get into it is like stepping into a time cap-

sule. Dust, dry rot, a collection of old restaurant freezers

and garbage litter the floor.

The deed of Lots 50 and 51 on April 20 and 21 of 1926

reads:

“And the following personal property to-wit: 400 chairs,

projecting booth, moving picture machine and equipment

complete, furnace and equipment complete, and stage set-

ting.”

Another paragraph read: “Also the following personal

property;; two life tone turntables, one Samson amplifier,

one Kersten horn, one motiograph, one deluxe prop ma-

chine, two morelite lamp houses, one vocal light screen.”

Sometime during 1920 and 1926, the theater housed a

a regular vaudeville show – several theatrical performanc-

es featuring acts on the same playbill with musicians,

dancers, comedians, trained animals, and magicians, and

were often thought to be a show of ill-repute. It is suspect-

ed that the popularity of silent films truly inspired Yeakel

to have the theater built.

“We never called it the ‘New Ace’,” Virginia Miller,

Brandenburg, explained when asked what she knew of the

theater. “We always called it ‘the Show’ or ‘going to the

Show’.”

Miller – born in 1924 – recalled having seen some silent

films at the theater, but the one she best remembered was

Merian C. Cooper’s “King Kong” in 1933.

“It was in black and white, of course. I can remember

being so afraid. ‘Mother, don’t look!’ I said. I hid my face

in her lap.” She reminisced, “There were other movies,

too, most I can’t recall now. There were a lot of business-

men involved with the theater. They wanted something

wonderful for the community. It was very prosperous.”

In the time Miller visited the theater with her family,

there was no restroom or water. Citizens of Meade

County traveled from all over to visit and watch movies.

Adults paid 25 cents to see a film, while a children’s ticket

was just 10 cents.

“You have to remember in that time, people were work-

ing for $1 a day. Going to the theater was a luxury not

many could afford. It was special to go see a movie;; teen-

agers saved and would walk from Weldon just to come to

the Show,” said Miller. Unfortunately, the theater did not

see many patrons during the following decade. The the-

ater closed in 1940 due to World War II.

Throughout the following decades, the theater and its

apartments were sold to several investors. The “New

Ace” was opened once more for others to come and watch

films – even the infamous “King Kong vs. Godzilla”

(1962).

“There were a variety of showings – matinees and at

night – but never, ever on Sundays. It was thought to be in

poor taste if you went to the movies on Sundays. That was

a day dedicated to family and prayer.” Miller commented

on visiting the theater later in life.

In March 1973, Theodore Lee “Buck” Aebersold and his

wife purchased the building for the use of his many busi-

nesses. It astonishes many that during the following year,

the building weathered one of the deadliest tornadoes in

Kentucky’s history. Where other historic structures and

the courthouse were uprooted, the theater remained, but

Rediscovered: the New Ace Theater

Wolf Sonnet

“Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It’s more than where you’re born, it’s an idea and a state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It’s more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, country and southern rock music. It’s being

hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies and coca-cola…and each other. We don’t become Southern—we’re born that way.” --Anonymous

BeingBeing raised Southern, you always know the familiarity of homesickness. It’s that hollow pit in the bottom of your stomach, it’s the feeling of your heart falling when you pull out of your parents’ driveway. It’s when your mom hugs you goodbye and even though you may not see her for a week, it seems like centuries. I think we feel this way because the ideas of “home” and “family” are so ingrained in us, it physically hurts to leave them behind.

MyMy family is my life. My parents have been married for 32 years this past April 12th, and my siblings are two of my best friends. And though we’ve shared trials, heartbreak, and sadness together, there is one thing that keeps us together: love. My parents always made sure we were never without love. I think that is what keeps a family strong. My dad and mom always told us they loved us and—sometimes by force—always made us apologize, hug out our problems, and rehash fights until we’d practically beaten the situation dead. My family is my foundation;; my family is the reason why I am who I am.

InIn 2010, I moved away from home to finish attending school. And it didn’t really compare to when I moved into a dorm. This time, I was moving to a different state, to an apartment all my own, with bills to pay and more responsibilities than I ex-pected. And the truth is, I was terrified. I mean, here I was, a girl raised literally in the middle of nowhere, thrown into the big city with no friends and no idea where she was going. I can remember calling my mother every day, hoping and praying she would pick up the phone just so I could hear her voice. (Truth be told, I think she knew I was pretty lonely.) That faded after school began, but every now and then, I feel that homesickness.

Being raised Southern, especially as a Southern woman, had stipulations. I mean, the charming accent and great sense of style came with birth (I think they hand that to your mom along with your birth certificate…) We were always required to look our best, even if we were going to the grocery. We weren’t supposed to swear, but boy if you got us fired up, you’d never hear a fouler mouth. We were taught to respect life, even if we didn’t respect the person living it. There were rules to follow, but at the same time…I was so free. My family really embraced my creativity, my style, my opinions, and my in-dependentdependent nature—regardless if they were weird or out of the ordinary. But there was always something that remained true: my Southern identity.

You can ask any person who knows me: I am proud to be Southern. Friends of mine from New York, Michigan, Illinois, and several other Northern states can’t help but give an eye-roll when I spout out the excuse “It’s because I’m Southern.” The great thing is, they know it’s a part of me and that’s a part that they love most, no matter how irritating it can get.

My dad wrote a letter to me the day I left for college and in his last sentences, he said, “Never give up, be true to yourself, and always remember that you only get out of life what you put into it.” I was scared of leaving home, I was scared of be-coming what I was destined to be. I was afraid that I would lose my identity in a world where people just become a number, where we all fall into this same routine. But those words…they stuck with me. I am true to myself, I am not what other people want me to be, and I follow my rules that I set for my life. And that isn’t just a Southern thing;; that is what every person should strive to do. Being raised Southern didn’t teach me that;; being me did.person should strive to do. Being raised Southern didn’t teach me that;; being me did.

“Raised as a Southerner” from the blog Lessons from a Southern Belle

,,,so this is

Goodbye!Your time is greatly appreciated.

I hope to hear from you soon!

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