Audience

The audiences I want to reach are locals in Louisville.  People who care about what is going on in the city.  This could potentially include newspapers and news broadcasts in Louisville.  The background of my audience is very broad.  My audience includes all races, genders, and ages.  Basically anyone interested in bettering their own community.  An unknown audience could be people from other cities who want to make a difference in their communities as well.  The Louisville audience is mostly active.  That is why I think they would be interested in what is going on in Cherokee park, the biggest and most visited park in Louisville.  Active people are going to be the ones mostly interested in what I am saying and researching.  They are the ones who have probably been to the park at one point or know of the different places I mention in the park.  My audience most likely knows about Cherokee park in general.  I do not think many of them know that a structure that has been there for around 40 years is in danger of being destroyed.  I think that if more people knew about this problem than more people would be willing to help to save it.  I don’t necessarily know my audience.  They are going to be strangers but at the same time neighbors.  Louisville is big but still tied together in one way or another.  This may not be a major issue to people but I do feel like it will strike a chord with some locals. My audience is going to want facts.  What is the issue at hand and how can it be helped and resolved.  The response I would want is for people to get involved.  I want people to tell others what is going on and see if they can help.  The best way to appeal to my audience is to speak to them as a friend.  Give them the necessary facts but be kind in my writing.  I don’t want to pressure anyone I just want them to be aware of what’s happening in the community. 

How are audience and genre connected?

The audience you are writing to shapes your entire paper.  "What you write, how much you write, how you phrase it, even your choice of genre (memo,essay,email,note,speech)-all are influenced by

 

the audience you envision"  This states that even the genre you write in is affected by the intended audience.  If you are writing a paper for a teacher in class on a certain book you would probably choose to write an essay to get your points across clearly and organized.  When writing anything you must first consider the audience and then figure out an appropriate genre. 

Proposal brainstorming

For my proposal I am considering talking about saving a pavilion in Cherokee park that looks like a teepee.  This teepee pavilion has been at the park for over 40 years and has been a popular sight in the park for many visitors.  There has been some talk that the pavilion is going to be torn down.  The teepee structure is one of a kind.  People in the the community should care about this because it is an important part of the most visited park in Louisville. 

Guide to proposal writing

Church did an excellent job at stating why her audience should be interested in the topic at hand. Biodiversity.  "Found in the Wollemi pine tree, Taxol is one of the most promising drugs for the treatment of ovarian and breast cancer."  She states that drugs like Taxol are becoming extinct due to the rapid biodiversity loss mostly caused by humans.  Church is stating that humans are detroying the very thing that may help people survive.  This is an extremely interesting topic that will grab the audiences attention.  Cures to cancer are big deals and the fact that the cures may be detroyed is devastating news.  Church is definitely pulling at the emotional strings of her audience.  By making such big claims she is trying to draw the reader in and make them trully care about the topic. 

so what? who cares? Cherokee park

People should care about what I have learned regarding Cherokee park because it is a local place.  Anyone who lives in or around Louisville should be interested in the history of one of its largest and most visited parks.  One of the people I am considering for the interview is a woman responsible for the save Hogan's Fountain Teepee Pavilion.  This Pavilion has been in Cherokee park since the 60's.  It is very important to many people that come to the park regularly and it may be in danger of being destroyed.  This would be a significant loss for the park.  Its teepee structure is one of a kind and if torn down many people will be unhappy.

Holsons Questioning

Holson was looking for personal accounts on this story.  She wanted to get opinions.  She most likely used the phone for questioning.  There are a lot of quotes in this passage which means she talked to people first hand.    It seems that she actually went to the festival herself to get firsthand answers.  She talked to random people that came to the festival as well as people that were involved in the movie.  She even go the imput of people that live in the town that the movie was shot in. 
She took an angle of Folklore in this piece.  She is talking about a festival.

Reworded questions

1. Do you come to this park often? If yes, describe one of your favorite times here.
2. What are some of the reasons you choose to come to this park rather than the other parks in Louisville?
3.  Which part/place in Cherokee is your favorite and why?
4. What different trails do you like to go through in the park?
5.  What activities do you participate in at the park?

five questions

To a runner, biker, dog walker.
1.  How long have you been coming to this park?
2.  Why do you come to this particular park?
3. What is your favorite part/place in cherokee?
4.  Do you go through the different trail in the park?
5.  Do you participate in any of the activities the park offers?

3 people

1. Maintenance man:  someone who has been taking care of the park for a long time.
2. A runner or biker:  someone who comes to the park regularly.
3. Owner:  the person responsible for what goes on in the park.  who calls the shots.

A walk in the park



[ULPA 1994.18.0828], Herald Post Collection, 1994.18, Special Collections, University of Louisville, Louisville, Kentucky.

As I walk to my place I am with my older brother Brian.  He loves being outside just like me and has been to big rock a few times himself.  The park is only a ten minute drive from where we live so coming out her is no big hassle.  I roll the windows down and turn the radio up as we make our way through the curvy roads.  We come to the picnic are where there are about ten parking spots.  The sun is making its slow dissapearance in the distant.  We both spray ourselves from head to toe with a shield of bugspray.  Being the big brother he is he naturally takes the lead on the path.  He moves quickly and I break a sweat trying to keep up with his energetic steps.  This moment takes me back to when we were kids running around without a care in the world.  We would always race each other and I was never quite as fast as he was, even though I tried my hardest.  For me this is the most beautiful place in all of Louisville.  Cherokee park was founded in 1892.  Over a hundred years of memories have been made in this magnificent place.  I've made a few of my own over the past couple of years.  Brian climbs effortlessly taking in the scenery around him.  The Cultural Landscape Foundation expresses, “The rich and varied scenery follows the contour of the land within four distinctive landscapes of the park: hills, slopes, a creek valley, and sinkholes.”  With those four descriptions alone I can paint a picture of the perfect park in my mind.  Cherokee park is above and beyond any picture I could create in my head.  Going here makes me feel like I am on an adventure.  Like I am exploring a new territory. I love the description of the park to be seen as “rich”.  This brings a whole new feel to the park.  It is not just a random location filled with trees, grass, and hills.  It is nature’s very own work of art.  Every time I come to Cherokee park my strides take on a whole new style.  My steps become slower and time is not an issue.  I think to myself why rush in a place like this.  I laugh when my brother fumbles over a root sticking up from the ground.   When walking downhill the roots act as handle bars to keep from slipping.  Brian sneezes and I remember how lucky I am that I didn’t get the “I’m allergic to everything” genes.  Halfway through the path I take my flip-flops off.  For me it’s easier to go barefoot.  I love the feel of soft soil under my feet.  Being barefoot requires me to be a bit more cautious on the trail.  Cherokee park is number 69 on Americas list of most visited parks.  Roughly 500,000 people visit this park annually.  Because of the amount of people that walk on the paths I need to be extra careful not to step on any broken glass.  Usually the path is clean enough to where I do not need to worry too much.  As we reach the rock I see a smile flash on my brothers’ face.  A sense of accomplishment.  The feeling that we discovered a hidden jewel or that we managed to make it here without falling on our face.  We climb up on top of the rock.  With all the giant trees around us it is hard to imagine this place as been anything but tranquil.  According to a city forester back in 1974, "I don't believe that anyone alive today will see Cherokee Park as it was before the storm."  On April 3, 1974 the park was hit by an f4 tornado.  Many of the parks oldest and tallest trees were uprooted.  Because of the damage done a massive re-replanting took place.  It makes me incredibly happy to know that the community was supportive of the parks restoration.  As I sit on the edge of the rock with my feet dangling over the water I cant help but be at peace.  Eight feet above the water does not seem high but making the jump would send a thrill through my veins.  A thrill I decide to save for another trip to my place.  The night starts to pull her blanket over the park as we make our way back through the path.  Climbing barefoot in the dark is no easy task but I am having a blast.  I just wish I came earlier in the day.  I love this place.

Annotations

http://tclf.org/landscapes/cherokee-park

“Cherokee Park” tclf.org. The Cultural Landscape Foundation,  n.d. Web 19 June 2011. 

            The first article I have found is an informational one.  It is a short article but gives a good history of Cherokee Park.  It discusses the parks origins, its location, and the distinctive landscapes of the park.  This article is written by The Cultural Landscape Foundation.  The exact author is not listed. 

            This article states, “The rich and varied scenery follows the contour of the land within four distinctive landscapes of the park: hills, slopes, a creek valley, and sinkholes.”  I love the use of the word rich in this quote.  Usually you would use the word rich to describe a delicious chocolate dessert.  By using it to portray scenery it draws the reader in.  It brings a whole new feel to the park.  It is not just grass and trees it is natures work of art.

           This is a good source for my paper because it gives a clear history of Cherokee park.  It demonstrates that the park is a visually beautiful place.  I can conduct further research on Frederick Olmsted who is the founder of the park. 

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherokee_Park#References

“Cherokee Park” Wikipedia.org. Wikipedia. 15 June 2011. Web 19 June 2011.

            This website offers an abundance of information about Cherokee park.  It touches on the history of Cherokee park, tornado damage in 1974, crime in the park, and various landmarks.

On April 3, 1974 an f4 tornado came through Louisville.  The website states, “A city forester surveying the aftermath said, "I don't believe that anyone alive today will see Cherokee Park as it was before the storm."”  This quote will work with my narrative because it demonstrates how beautiful the park used to be.  It is still a wonderful place but this quote shows how people cared about the park forty years ago and how it is still a treasured place today. 

            I can definitely use information from this source to further my research.  The website talks about a bronze turtle that people would hide in different parts of the park.  This lead to several articles being written about the turtle.  Headlines such as "Cherokee Park Turtle on the Loose Again" were printed.  Eventually the turtle was bolted down and people were not longer able to play the hiding game.  This took place in the 1960’s.  I want to find where the turtle is in the park now and take a picture of it for my blog.  I would also like to find the actual article on the turtle. 

Integrating info into my narrative

I plan on finding important quotes in my sources and allowing them to direct my narrative.  I am going to insert the history of the park at the beginning.  This is definitely going to change the dynamic of my narrative.  My narrative will have a better flow.  I am going to use a quotation sandwich to get my point across clearly. 

Staples Quote

On page 260 Staples states a quote from Norman Podhoretz's essay "My Negro Problem-And Ours".  The quote is, "were tougher than we were, more ruthless".  Staples integrates this quote into his writing effortlessly.  The quote flows well with the rest of the sentence.  However, Staples does not explain the quote.  The quote kind of explains itself so any other explanation would not be needed.  I would not make any changes to this quote.  I think the location is great and it fits with the material that comes before and after it.   

Big Rock

The special place I have chosen is Big Rock in Cherokee park.  There is a big boulder in the middle of the park that has fallen off and is in the center of a flowing stream.  Being at this spot makes you feel as if you are in the middle of a forest.  It makes you forget that only five minutes away lies the hustle and bustle of a city called Louisville.  I have personally lived in Louisville for the past 8 years.  And while Louisville is nowhere close to the size of Atlanta, it sure is bigger than little old Bardstown, Kentucky where I am originally from.  That is why I love going to Cherokee park.  It reminds me of being at home, living right next to my Nana and Papa on a huge farm.  Out there it is so peaceful and I get the same vibe at Cherokee park. The entire park is beautiful.  It is definitely a turn your radio up, lay your hand out the window, and just sit back and relax type of place.

I was excited when I went to my place.  It was around 8:30 P.M. and the sun was coming down and causing it to be cool for the first time all day.  I sprayed myself with a shield of bug spray.  Around here the mosquitoes are going to be of abundance.  I get mosquitoes bites very easily so the bug spray was seriously needed.  I started on the dirt path to Big Rock.  The trees acted as a roof over the trail.  The path to big rock is a pretty decent hike.  It’s not so much far as it is adventurous.  You have to climb uphill and downhill and the path is curvy.  There is also a part where you have to walk across a rock wall with a skinny ledge.  It’s not a dangerous path, but you just need to be cautious.  I sometimes like to walk with my shoes off.  Usually because I know I will end up walking through the stream at some point.  Halfway down the path you come across a huge chunk of rock that has broken off and is now a mini island in the water.  When you reach the top of the rock you are in the middle of the stream.  On the other side of the brook is a yellow rope attached to a tree.  You can swing from the rope into the water.  This is the deepest part of the stream.  It is at this point where the stream reaches 4 feet deep and creates a perfect pool for those unbearable humid days. 

One emotion I feel while at my place is that of being at peace.  How can anyone not feel at peace in such a scenic place?  Water runs slowly down the stream and the sound becomes therapeutic.  I could honestly sit here all day and just listen to the various sounds of nature.  All the trees and plants are vibrantly green.  The sky looks as if Picasso painted it himself.  For me summer skies are the prettiest skies.  When the sun is coming down you can see an array of colors such as blue, purple, and pink.  If only a camera could catch the true beauty of what the sky portrays.  This place acts as a bubble fighting off the worries of the outside world.  There is no war here.  No rich or poor.  It is just nature, pure and simple. I close my eyes and let the light breeze form a smile on my face.  This is a great place for meditation.  I can think more clearly here and my thoughts take on a more positive attitude. 

As I walk to my place I am with my older brother Brian.  He loves being outside just like me, and has been to big rock a few times himself.  Being the big brother he is he naturally takes the lead on the path.  He moves quickly and I break a sweat trying to keep up with his energetic steps.  This moment takes me back to when we were kids running around without a care in the world.  We would always race each other and I was never quite as fast as he was, even though I tried my hardest.  He climbs effortlessly taking in the scenery around him.  I laugh when he fumbles over a root sticking up from the ground.   When walking downhill the roots act as handle bars to keep from slipping.  Brian sneezes and I remember how lucky I am that I didn’t get the “I’m allergic to everything” genes.  Halfway through the path I take my flip-flops off.  For me it’s easier to go barefoot.  I love the feel of soft soil under my feet.  Being barefoot requires me to be a bit more cautious on the trail.  A decent amount of people walk through Cherokees paths so I need to be careful not to step on any broken glass.  Usually the path is clean enough to where I do not need to worry too much.  As we reach the rock I see a smile flash on my brothers face.  We both feel a sense of accomplishment as if we discovered a hidden jewel or the fact that we managed to make it here without falling on our face.  We climb up on top of the rock.  A quote such as “I’m king of the world” is completely appropriate in a place like this.  While six feet above the water does not seem very high a thrill jumps through your veins as you lean over the ledge.  The night starts to pull her blanket over the park as we make our way back through the path.  Climbing barefoot in the dark is no easy task but I am having a blast.  I just wish I came earlier in the day.  I love this place.

Lopez "The Stone Horse"

A part in the narrative I was drawn to was when he states, "Western man did not enter the California desert until the end of the eighteenth century, 25A years after Coronado brought his soldiers into the Zumpueblos in a bewildered search for thL cities of Cibola." I love learning about history so stories and memories interest me greatly.  In this section he talks about the early history of the land and who roamed through it.  I especially like the line, "In 7823 what had been Spain's became Mexico's, and in 1848 what had been Mexico's became America's". I like this line because it gives you a clear transition of custody of the land. 

My own cave..

A time I was in a cave-like situation was when I was in highschool.  Everything was so easy for me then.  All my basic essentials were provided with ease.  I went to an all girl Catholic high school and I will admit that I was completely sheltered from the realities of the world.  They did a fantastic job preparing me academically for college but coming out of the cave and entering the light was still a major shock for me.  After graduating  I moved out on my own and was hit head on with many responsibilities.  For the first time in my life I was single handedly responsible for going to school, paying my own bills, taking care of myself etc.  Being on my own made me ascend out of the cave I had been in for the past four years of my life.  Now I understand what people were talking about when they would say that life was going to change so much for me when I left high school.  When I talk to some of my friends who have not graduated yet I can see that they really don't get what I am talking about.  They have not experienced what I have and until  they do they probably will not understand.  Sometimes I miss the cave and wish I could rewind time.  But then I look at how much I have grown and matured and I realize I like being out of the cave. 

Researching and experiencing the place I have chosen can be considered "ascension" because I am learning more and more each day.  Not just about the place but about myself and how I personally view my surroundings.

brainstorming about place

One of the options for my place is my Nana and Papas house in Nelson County.  They have a lot of land out there and I am sure I can dig up some interesting information about the history there.  They have a little pond behind their home that is really overgrown yet a calming and peaceful place.  They also have an old barn that I know has been around for a long time.  My grandparents allow people to keep their horses on the land because it is such a large space for them to roam.  Every since I can remember I have been going out to the farm for holidays, family functions, etc.  My mom even built a small house on their land for our family.  We do not live there anymore but we still visit my grandparents reguraly.  A story I already know about this place it that around fifty years ago the previous owners used to have two large mill towers.  The family had many sons who took care of the farm.  One of this sons acutally died in the mill after falling into a machine.  My cousins would always joke that the barn and house were haunted by the young boy. 

Another place I am considering is Big Rock in Cherokee park.  There is this huge boulder that has fallen into the center of a steam in the park.  This place requires a little adventure to get to it.  Once you finally make it on top of the rock a feeling of accomplisment runs through you.  That is one of the main reasons I like this place so much.  This certain place is in the middle of the park.  Being there makes you temporarily forget that you are in the hussle and bussle of Louisville. Sometimes people even jump off the rock into the water.  Ive personally jumped off big rock.  It was exciting and the water was cool.