Welcome to Jane Little Botkin
Having scoured the West for firsthand sources in family, library, and museum collections, award-winning author Jane Little Botkin melds personal narratives of American families with compelling stories of labor radicals, miners, lawmen, and outlaws in settings rich with a history that transitions into the New West.
Welcome to Jane Little Botkin
Having scoured the West for firsthand sources in family, library, and museum collections, award-winning author Jane Little Botkin melds personal narratives of American families with compelling stories of western women, labor radicals, miners, lawmen, and outlaws in settings rich with a history that transitions into the New West.
Jane is currently researching for her new biographies--Unintended Consequences: Molly Goodnight, Orphan Mother of the Plains and Hank Boedeker, Friend of Butch Cassidy. Check here for updates.
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Jane Street and the Rebel Maids: Sex, Syndicalism, and Denver’s Capitol Hill
Moving along quickly on my new book, that is what I can tell you. Hence my absence from the blog! This is what I can share with you: In the course of my research for writing Frank Little and the IWW: The Blood That Stained an American Family, I came across Jane Street, a “feisty, little housemaid” who uniquely…
Anniversary of the Everett Massacre
Today is the anniversary of a horrific incident (which seems too mild of a word to use), where innocent men lost their lives at the hands of vigilantes who disagreed idealogically. The Everett Massacre reminds us Americans how we have a capacity to turn thoughtless, ugly, really, when it comes to our divisions. Today, we still have not…
The Bindle Stiff
When I was a kid at Halloween in El Paso, Texas, I often resorted to the easiest costume I could put together, short of cutting two holes in a white sheet and trick-or-treating as a ghost. While many of my peers often dressed as beatniks, my friends and I would dress as hoboes. Easy. Ragged…