Lisa Gioia-Acres

historian • author • genealogist

Author

I authored Showgirls of Las Vegas with Arcadia Publishing in 2013 and have been published in several anthologies. I’ve written for Southern Nevada History Project, the Nevada Women’s Virtual Center, and more.

Researcher

I conducted research and interviews with the Oral History Research Center, Three Square Oral History and Biography Project, and more. Personal oral histories, business and organization histories, genealogy, and work on my memoir keep me very busy!

About Lisa

I have always been drawn to hearing the stories of others.

I didn’t set out to become an anthropologist or a historian.

But I believe my early life experience, that of losing my mother and father when I was an infant, somehow put me on this path. When I learned in my early teens how they died, shocked at the details of the tragedy, I began a quest to find out more in the hopes of understanding how this could be my story. I began doing investigative research about my parents; their lives and the circumstances surrounding their deaths. It was like opening Pandora’s Box; I became obsessed with digging up history and writing about it. It helped me to understand many things: the choices I made throughout my life’s journey, how tragedy at any age can affect lives, how the actions of those long dead reverberate on those left behind, and how empowering the search for the past can be for those willing to look behind them to inform their present and future.

My first oral history in 1978. This is Tessa “Grandma” Prisbrey. She built the famous Bottle House in Simi Valley, CA.

Since then, I have gathered many personal life histories and have expanded to conduct business and oral histories as well. In addition, genealogical research – my own personal search for roots and for others, is a gratifying experience.

Life Lessons

Things I learned as a caregiver Upon my retirement as a museum director, I decided to supplement my income by becoming a caregiver. Both daughters work as caregivers, and suggested I give it a try. In our area (as I suspect in most places) there is a great need, so I...

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The (Awkward) Kiss

I had a dream the other night, taking me back to a street in a town that I grew up on. In the dream I encountered several people from my much younger days and they were all anxious to greet me, a reunion of sorts. One of the first to embrace me was a family member who...

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Three Weeks and Fifteen Minutes(and a few broken dishes)

I am set to visit our house in Las Vegas, where my husband John resides while I hold down the fort, so to speak, in our southern Oregon home. It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to get to Vegas, the Pandemic, my work here, grandchildren watching...

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