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The Collins Foundation 2012 Annual Report This, this is the territory of my dreams The Holy Grail I have yet to reach. How did I end up on this bike? FRESHWhen were my training wheels removed? Porque hay un fuego Debajo de mis uñasVOI que me impele a escribir. CES ¡Quemando mi voz, que me ruega a cantar! Blue skies that are met in the distance by precarious hills, a land A mis pies, que me exige andar. where the people have a personality as beautiful as the scenery around them That’s my city I carry on over the weathered fallen trees and scattered underbrush until I find myself deeper into the forest. The Collins Foundation Trustees and Staff Founders Board of Trustees Officers and Staff Contents Truman Wesley Collins Truman W. Collins Jr. Truman W. Collins Jr. Cindy J. Knowles Trustee 1947–1964 President Maribeth W. Collins Secretary, Director of Programs Letter from the President 1 Mary Laffey Collins Cherida Collins Smith Cynthia G. Addams Timothy R. Bishop Trustee 1947–1970 Executive Vice President Treasurer Letter from the Executive Vice President 2 Ralph Bolliger Grace Collins Goudy Cherida Collins Smith Susana P. Judkins Fresh Voices 3 Lee Diane Collins Vest Trustee 1947–1996 Vice President Administrative Assistant Jerry E. Hudson 2012 Statement of Grants 13 Alton Laffey Collins Maribeth W. Collins Sara L. Yada Trustee 1947–1978 Vice President Grants Administrator Financial Statements 28 Members Ralph Bolliger Ellen F. France Grant Policies and Guidelines 34 Maribeth W. Collins Vice President Assistant Treasurer Cherida Collins Smith Foundation Grant History 36 Lee Diane Collins Vest Truman W. Collins Jr. Alayna Luria Trustees Truman W. Collins Jr. Maribeth W. Collins Cherida Collins Smith Ralph Bolliger Lee Diane Collins Vest Jerry E. Hudson Staff Cynthia G. Addams Cindy J. Knowles Timothy R. Bishop Susana P. Judkins Sara L. Yada Ellen F. France Over the year 2012, The Collins Foundation made 274 grants totaling $8.2 million. These grants were made to organizations located in all parts of Oregon and serving a wide variety of missions to benefit the people and communities of this state. In this year’s annual report, we highlight poetry and My niece Alayna Luria, who has been a Member of the prose written by youth connected with several literary Foundation since 2005 and has regularly attended organizations that have received grants from the meetings for some time, will become a new Trustee. Foundation. This is very different from our recent Alayna has a master’s degree in social work from annual reports, and highlights creative and youthful Portland State University. She has worked as a grant minds in an area we have long supported. writer as well as a mental health therapist and case manager. Alayna, her partner, and their three young I want to note two generational transitions within children live in the Portland area. our board of Trustees that began in 2012 and will be finalized in April 2013, just prior to the publication of I would like to thank our dedicated staff for not only this annual report. My mother, Maribeth Collins, who their grantmaking work this year, which they perform served as President of the Foundation from 1964 to so well and with such care, but also their leadership in 2005 and who has served as a Trustee from 1964 to the creating a new website for the Foundation. present, will move to Emeritus Trustee status. While she plans to attend and participate in all of our meetings, she felt that it was the appropriate time to reduce her responsibilities. Forty-nine years of Truman W. Collins Jr., President dedicated service to the Foundation — what an extraordinary contribution! We look forward to continuing to benefit from her experience and wisdom. The Collins Foundation 2012 Annual Report 1 Last fall, I watched in awe as a group of high school students from Central and Southern Oregon recited their poetry to a gathering of 150 foundation representatives from around the state. My colleagues and I were in Eugene for the biennial conference of Grantmakers of Oregon and Southwest Washington, The arts and humanities have been an integral part of and the students, who were there under the direction The Collins Foundation’s grantmaking for nearly 50 of The Nature of Words and Chiloquin Visions in years. Of particular interest to the Trustees are writing Progress, were presenters at the conference. We sat programs that nurture creativity and give expression spellbound as the students came forward to recite to fresh ideas. There are several such programs in their poetry. The work we heard that evening was Oregon, and the Foundation has been privileged to creative, provocative, and deeply moving. Moreover, support their work over the years. Among those the students showed extraordinary composure and receiving grants in 2012 were The Nature of Words, courage in presenting their writing. Literary Arts, Chiloquin Visions in Progress, and Fishtrap. Selected writings by students affiliated with That experience made a lasting impression on all of these programs are highlighted on the following us, and it provided inspiration for this annual report, pages. We are delighted to share them with you. which features student poetry and prose from across Oregon. On behalf of the Foundation, I extend our sincere thanks to the literary professionals and students who contributed to this publication. Our annual report provides only a glimpse of their excellent work. We encourage you to learn more about them. Cynthia G. Addams, Executive Vice President 2 The Collins Foundation 2012 Annual Report FISHTRAP FISHTRAP the pond I lean against the coarse bark of the Douglas Fir FISHTRAP is all about writing and the West. From its base in the town sunlight filters onto the forest floor of Enterprise, in the northeastern corner of Oregon, Fishtrap provides constantly changing patterns driven by the brisk breeze. readings, workshops, classes, conferences, fellowships, and writing Damp moss clings to the soles of my shoes, residencies. Support from The Collins Foundation has helped Fishtrap put I trudge through a dried pond. on programs and keep workshop fees low enough to allow a wide range of participants. At Summer Fishtrap, where these compositions were created, This pond, a mirror of life, published authors work alongside beginning writers — 10-year-olds can fluctuating and varying share their writing with 80-year-olds. In Summer Fishtrap’s youth content and full, then stiff and empty workshops, kids do more than put words together in a heartfelt way — a reminder of what it was last spring. they discover the joy and fun of writing. They meet other young people The gaping difference is when summer arrives who share their creative spark. Most of all, they find the creative potential the pond is dried, inside themselves and learn to connect with it. we have things to rely on. An additional selection from Fishtrap can be found on the inside back cover. Our embracing parents, caressing friends and the knowledge that a better day will acknowledge our needs. happiness Animals require resources to survive Happiness is the twinkle in an eye, a broad curling smile. and we are just a vital few. Happiness is determination, to strive for a goal and reach it. A newborn infant is introduced to the world, as a thousand forks in I carry on over the weathered fallen trees the road will make his character. and scattered underbrush A hug is given no attention by some, but to others it’s an experience until I find myself deeper into the forest. never to pass. Hope is a coincidence, every day. Like a word, letters must be added by Ethan Laarman Hughes to complete it. And if you understand why, anything can have a new meaning. by Ethan Laarman Hughes A three-time camper at Summer Fishtrap, Ethan Laarman Hughes attends Sunnyside Environmental School in At Portland. 14 he already calls himself a but writer, also enjoys skateboarding, basketball, and art. The Collins Foundation 2012 Annual Report 3 c haring c ross bridge, london, 2106 Factory smoke pours from buildings and into the sky, thick yellow- gray gasses that I can’t smell, though when other people come into the city they can. They ask me how I can stand it, but I have no answers for them. They wait impatiently while I stutter and fumble They leave in silence, back to their worlds of sickly pale skies with until I finally say, “I’ve just never noticed, I guess.” wispy sheep floating in them, worlds halfway across our globe, covered in what they refer to as grass and trees. Worlds where evil They ask why our sky is orange, why it turns brown at night, if I’ve lurks around every corner, worlds where there is no assurance of ever seen the stars. I lie and say I have, thinking it’s only a partial lie safety, worlds where they still have those little lizard things that because I’ve seen the five-pointed paper cut-outs my mother glued they try to assure me aren’t dinosaurs, as if they think I’m stupid or to her ceiling when she first moved here. They’re silver, sprinkled something. with glitter that’s worn away over the years, like something out of a fairy tale or a ghost story. I can’t imagine the sky turning black and One girl lingers, peering out at me from behind tacky red glasses, the thousands of stars they try to describe. I don’t really believe and asks if I’ve ever seen a tree. them, especially when they start talking about the way the stars make pictures if you look at them right.

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