Wendi Brandow Writes
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“Exequtive” Participants and Single Ask Spell Success for Bee Competition*
Ever wish you could see your boss on the hot seat? Attendees of the Executive Spelling Bee actually get that opportunity and the result spelled great success, raising $40,000 for the Alliance of Families & Children (Lynchburg, VA) in 2007.
Tracey Dixon, director of prevention and marketing says, “People really enjoy seeing the executives put in the spotlight. And these are not easy words!”
The spelling bee competition pits teams of three prominent community members against each other, including CEO’s, executives and local celebrities. Because the spellers compete in teams it is easier to recruit participants who may shy away from competing on their own.
Businesses pay $1,000 to sponsor a speller of their choosing. In addition, sponsors receive four free tickets to the event.
Dixon says the choice of spellers actually help sell an additional 180 tickets. “There are times when the staff of an entire company will attend just to see their boss compete.”
Attendees enjoy a cocktail reception with heavy hors d’oeuvres and audience participation, with space left in the program for attendees to spell along. Dixon says they also appreciate coming to an event and not being asked to give more. Other than a small raffle, there is no additional fundraising that occurs at the event. “It’s just a fun night—no more asking for money. It creates a really nice feeling.”
Ticket sales cover the entire cost of the event allowing sponsorship money to go directly to the 11 different programs administered by the Alliance. Dixon says this gives board members a very compelling argument when securing sponsors. Sponsor recruitment begins four months prior to the event with sponsors being locked in two months out.
The fourth annual event will be held on February 29, 2008.
Published in Special Events Galore! Stevenson, Inc. (www.stevensoninc.com)
Thinking Outside the Strip Means Big Success for The Gathering Place*
We’ve all seen the traditional annual fund brochure with pictures of clients served and
projects completed. That approach can run the risk of the appeal never making it off the
receiver’s kitchen table, much less back to your organization in the form of an annual gift.
Benjamin Light, development director, The Gathering Place (Beachwood, OH) says
that was his concern for their 2007 piece. The organization had gone traditional for the
past five years, with good results, “but this time we wanted people to open it up and say,
‘WOW,’ to really look at it because it was so different.”
The Gathering Place, a caring community for those touched by cancer, had been
featured in the syndicated comic strip Funky Winkerbean with tremendous local response.
Development Committee members decided to build on the momentum from that and use
a comic strip in the 2007 brochure. Local illustrator, Mike Ayers, designed the piece
using text they had given him.
The brochure was included in two separate mailings that dropped right before
Thanksgiving. One went to 2,000 existing donors with a letter and a live signature
from an active member of the organization. The other was sent to 7,800 people who
weren’t current donors.
The second mailing has already shown a 70% increase in response over the same
date last year. Total gifts are up 14% with total funds raised up 18%.
An added bonus? Light says because the piece was printed on newsprint for authenticity,
it was relatively inexpensive compared to the 12-page piece from the prior year. Postage costs
were also less because of the lower weight paper and fewer pages.
The Gathering Place has a budget of just under $1.5 million with more than 1/3 of that
coming from the annual fund. Only seven weeks into the campaign, the new approach has
yielded $370,000 with 100% participation from the board and staff. Gifts have ranged from $5-
$27,500, with a lot in the $100-$150 range.
Published in Successful Fundraising, Stevenson, Inc. (www.stevensoninc.com)
Making your publications look more polished for less money*
In order to be good stewards of donors’ money, it is imperative to find ways to keep
expenses down. Publications raise awareness and funds, but can eat up a big portion of
your budget. Be sure to follow these tips to keep printing costs down.
Paper:
Color:
Setup:
Published in Nonprofit Communications Report, Stevenson, Inc. (www.stevensoninc.com)
The Maternity Wardrobe: How to get by with less and still look great!
One of the harshest realities of the pregnant woman is how hard it is to find decent maternity clothes that are affordable, wear well, and make you feel good. A maternity budget of $200 can easily be blown on two or three items at specialty shops. The mom-to-be can save her time, sanity, and most importantly, money by using the following tips:
One last piece of advice—don’t scrimp on bras or shoes. You will need good ones of each to provide support to your changing body throughout your pregnancy.
Published in The Dollar Stretcher, June 2008
I Smelled Chocolate Milk
“I smelled chocolate milk.”
That simple phrase ended the most agonizing five minutes of my life—the five minutes when my three-year-old son was missing.
It may have only actually been two or three minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.
We weren’t in an enclosed space, but on an extremely busy main road in a summer tourist haven. He didn’t just let go of my hand, he simply disappeared.
Reality didn’t quite hit when I saw my husband walking towards me. “Where’s Luke?” I asked. He didn’t know. He thought he was with me.
I ran past him to where my in-laws had parked, assuring myself that Luke had simply gone up to see what Grandma and Poppy were doing.
Reality hit when I realized they were alone. In that moment, everything changed. My mind was racing, but my body was stuck in slow motion. So was everything around me.
We all ran up and down the street, screaming Luke’s name. He didn’t answer. No one else on the street seemed to notice anything was amiss, or even ask if they could help.
The man who had been standing next to our car when we parked said he didn’t even see a little boy get out of it.
I was terrified, but didn’t have long to think about that. At that moment, right in front of me, a car was parallel parking, backing in with an ease and a swiftness that brought new panic to my heart.
“Oh my God, he’s going to get hit by a car.” My mind hadn’t yet allowed itself to go to all of the other potential horrific outcomes of this scenario. I could only think about how little impulse control my son had. I was thinking about all of the times we had talked with him about looking both ways and actually verbally saying, “No cars coming? No cars coming,” before he crossed or went into a street. I was thinking about all of the times, in spite of that, he darted out into a street or parking lot any way. I braced myself to hear screeching of tires, a horrible thud or crash.
And then I stood, silent, not knowing what to do next. We had run up and down the street multiple times, splitting up and going in different directions. We had screamed his name with no response. Was he really gone? What should we do now?
At that moment, I spotted the red Elmo shirt we had gotten for him on an earlier trip to Sesame Place. His tiny body was being carried by my sister-in-law, and I couldn’t quite believe it.
I had no desire, as some might, to chastise him or scold him. I simply wanted to hug him, hold him, as tightly and as long as I could. His body graced my arms and it was the most incredible feeling in the world, better than the first time I ever held him.
His three-year-old brain was oblivious to the sheer terror that had been felt by those around him. All he knew was that he had climbed out of the car, “smelled chocolate milk” (actually a nearby chocolate store), and seen an open door. When my sister-in-law found him he was standing all by himself, at the counter of the chocolate shop, no doubt dreaming of all the treats spread out before him. That open door and the delights that transfixed him may have saved his life, but he was too young to understand that. For him, the moment was over.
I wish I could say the same for myself. The real terror of those moments didn’t hit until several hours later, after we had done book time; said bedtime prayers to God thanking him for bringing Luke back to us; and rocked our son to sleep, with him no doubt dreaming about that smell and those chocolates.
Only then was my mind able to quiet itself and think thoughts I couldn’t stop. Nothing compared to this. Every conceivable ending to this scenario played out in my mind. I thought about John Walsh and his son Adam. I thought about every picture I’d ever seen (but not really looked at) on milk cartons, bulletin boards, and news flashes.
I thought about how Luke had been wearing a gold medal souvenir he had received at one of the sites we had visited earlier in the day. How innocent he was, and how proud and happy he was to be wearing that little thing around his neck. Unfortunately, that made me think back to my criminal justice training and every newspaper story I had ever read about how the people who like to hurt children keep souvenirs from their victims.
I gained a new empathy for parents sending out a missing child alert at malls, stores, and fairs. I thought about the parents who lived near me, whose daughter had disappeared nearly ten years before from her college campus. They still did not know what happened to her. The feeling of not knowing where my son was for a few minutes was almost more than I could bear. How did parents do that for years on end?
The one thing I did not gain that day was peace of mind. Even though we keep a much closer eye on Luke than we did before (if that’s possible), and have talked to him about never wandering off or going anywhere with anyone, even a relative, our new truth reminds us that none of that may matter. The worst reality is that we cannot protect our child. No matter how vigilant we are, something could still happen. That is the reality that haunts me.
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Wendi Brandow Writes
United States
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