Another part of my revision plans are including more pictures of the different rooms in the house. I added a picture of the entire house from the outside at the end of the twitterive. I feel that putting it at the end is the best spot after traveling through the entire inside of the house. I also added a picture of the stairway. I feel the picture of the stairway is important as well. I still have to add a picture and talk about the kitchen which has completely changed. I would like to see if anyone in my family has a picture from the kitchen 15 years ago.
After talking with two of my classmates I have decided that I need to adjust some things on my twitterive. I realized that I do not have enough genres within the twitterive. Realistically I only have three different genres. I have a short story, song lyrics, and a six word story. I do feel that the Six Word Story I added at the end is one of the best parts. It totally sums up how I feel about the house and the situation that might happen. I would like to add a wordle to my twitterive using some words from my tweets. I even thought about the idea of adding a shape poem but I'm not totally sold on that idea yet.
Another part of my revision plans are including more pictures of the different rooms in the house. I added a picture of the entire house from the outside at the end of the twitterive. I feel that putting it at the end is the best spot after traveling through the entire inside of the house. I also added a picture of the stairway. I feel the picture of the stairway is important as well. I still have to add a picture and talk about the kitchen which has completely changed. I would like to see if anyone in my family has a picture from the kitchen 15 years ago.
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Part of the revision process for my Twitterive not only includes getting feed back from friends but to also ask myself questions. It's important to talk about these questions so that I know my story will be clear to the audience. Asking these questions makes me think more about my connection to the story. The questions also helped me to realize that I need to add a few more genres.
Who are my characters? --The characters for my story are me and a house. What is your story? --My story explains the changes that I have seen in a house over the past 15 years. The story also explains how I feel about this house going up for sale. What genres or modes are you using in your story? -- In my story I am using pictures, poems, music, micro fictions. When does your story take place? --My story takes place from 15 years ago until present day. In my pictures you see present day but my memories are from years ago. Where does your story take place? --My story takes place at my grandparents house in Pennsauken NJ. Do you feel a connection or lack of connection to this place? --I feel a very big connection to this place while also feeling a very big lack of connection because of the changes that have taken place there. My writing process of my twitterive thus far has been rather unorganized. I have many ideas for my twitterive but I'm so unsure of how to organize it. One of my biggest fears is that all of these ideas that I have will not flow correctly. My thoughts feel rather jumbled all together and I need to make sense of them. I know that my repetend will be the fact that I go to my native place at least once a week to check the mail for my grandfather. I also like the idea of the mail box being the "gold box" because it's the only thing that keeps me connected to my Grandfather while he lives down in Florida most of the year. The "gold box" also takes the role of being the only "golden" thing left in that house. The house used to be filled with plenty of "golden" or "sunny" things but they have since deminished.
I feel that I need to find a way to organize and relate all of my inner feelings toward the changes in the house. I know that there are many differences in the house today then from ten or fifteen years ago. I need to find a good way of expressing my emotions toward the changes in that house that I don't think were good changes at all. I have one microfiction that I did which I liked the outcome of it and would like to include that in my twitterive. I would also like to incoporate a song about my "home". I do like the song by Miranda Lambert entitled, The House That Built Me but I would also like to think of maybe another song that tells my story well. My future plan for the twitterive is to think of ways in which I can organize all of my thoughts to make sense to others beside myself. I need to figure out if I should start with the way the house is today and go backwards or if I'd like to start from back in the day and work towards present day. I also need to think about what pictures I will be using in my twitterive. As of right now, I know for sure I will be adding a picture of the "golden box" but haven't decided if I want to add an actuall picture of the house or any pictures from my younger days. I may even talk to my Dad who grew up his entire life in the house and get some of his feed back on his feelings of the changes that have taken place. After much thought and debate I have decided to do my Twitterive on a place that has been Native to me and my family for many years. This native home is located in Pennsauken, New Jersey and has been my Grandparents house for many generations. The house is located on Campbell Street in Pennsauken. I felt that I wanted to explore this house more and more since over the last ten years it has changed so very much. I have had very different emotions from when the house was ten years ago till today when my family situation has changed. I am using my new emotions from the changes that have occured as inspiration to compile a story/narrative about my native place and use that as my theme. I will be including alot of my tweets within the twitterive that actually express how I feel about these majors changes within my family and the house.
My repetend for this narrative will be the fact that I go to my native place at least once or twice a week to check the mail for my Grandfather who lives in Florida 11 months out of the year. I am the only family member who checks up on the house throughout the week. Checking the mail will be my repetend that occurs every week in my actual life and throughout my twitterive. I will also be adding a picture of the actual mailbox to give the mailbox some life to my story. I will also refer to the mailbox as the "gold box". I feel that this "gold box" is the only thing that actually shines in the house anymore. Here are some of the Tweets that express my feelings on the situation: *Sometimes I wish for just 1 more Easter or Christmas there but that's a wish that'll never come true #twitterive *I will always have my memories of happy times here, but they are fading quickly #Twitterive *Am I really the only one who cares about this place? The family never comes here anymore as if it never existed in the 1st place #twitterive *The yellowness of the house used to symbolize happiness like sunshine and now it just looks horrible #Twitterive *I miss the tire swing, tee ball equipment, mini golf set, shed, bikes, and everything that used to make this place home for me #twitterive *Sometimes I enjoy going there to check the mail and other times I never wanna look at the house the way it is today #twitterive *The house that built me is no longer that same house #Twitterive *Even the garden has changed and its no longer "Nanas Garden" #Twitterive #ChangesAreHard All of these tweets will be integrated into my Twitterive in different sections. I will talking about the good times and the bad times that I've experienced in that house since I was a year old. I will be talking about the many differences that appear today since the place is not a home anymore to both my grandparents. For this particular blog I will be writing a micro fiction. I will be selecting one personal tweet and using that for my micro fiction topic.
Its always your favorite sins that do you in. Everyone has their poison right? Some people have a greed problem which could be the root to all evil. Others have a problem with Lust. I've heard that love kills. I've also heard that love is blind. Envy, is envy the strongest sin of all? Envy will have you resenting another person for one reason or another. Wrath is another deadly sin that is also known as rage. Rage can be persistent and dangerous when a person wants revenge. Pride is a deadly sin that some may say isn't that deadly. Others would say that pride is the most deadly sin of all seven. Pride can be excessive love for oneself or failing to acknowledge the work of others. Do you have just one deadly sin or have more then one consumed you? Is there actually a "favorite sin" that you choose? It's always your favorite sins that do you in. Its always your favorite sins that do you in #KennyChesney #Twitterive We’re going to have to control your tongue, says my boss.
The problem is when I want to say something I just say it. Why should I control my tongue if she won’t do her job? We all have specific jobs and it infuriates me when I have to do her job along with mine but do not receive two pay checks. She comes into the office, puts makeup on and does her hair instead of actually renting apartments. I’m supposed to just suck it up and keep my mouth shut? If I continue control my tongue I may end up exploding in the end. I’m not very good at holding my tongue nor do feel like I should. It’s not my responsibility to tell you exactly what you need to be doing every day. Never worry I’ll collect rent, rent apartments, do marketing, handle residents, and do all of my memos while you sit around and make yourself pretty in the mirror. It would be nice if we could work together which would get much more accomplished but instead I’ll just keeping working harder than needed until you decided to you’re ready to work. For one of this weeks blogs I will be using ten of my own personal tweets to tell a story or poem. I have pulled my ten favorite tweets in regards to my native place or also known as Pop-Pop's house and how it has changed over the years from when I was a child.
The House That Built Me is Too Different *The house that built me is no longer that same house. *Sometimes I enjoy going there to check the mail and other times I never wanna look at the house the way it is today. *Why is it that noone else sees the changes that have been made are not always for the better? *Thinking about this house not being in the family much longer bothers me! *This place is empty compared to years ago, quiet, cold, different, smells the same, empty yard, doesnt even feel native. *Even the garden has changed and its no longer "Nanas Garden" *I miss the tire swing, tee ball equipment, mini golf set, shed, bikes, and everything that used to make this place home for me. *The backyard used to be full of things for a child to do and now its empty! Completely Empty! *The yellowness of the house used to symbolize happiness like sunshine and now it just looks horrible *I will always have my memories of happy times here, but they are fading quickly. These are the following Tweets I used to compose my story: I will always have my memories of happy times here, but they are fading quickly #Twitterive The yellowness of the house used to symbolize happiness like sunshine and now it just looks horrible #Twitterive The backyard used to be full of things for a child to do and now its empty! Completely Empty! #Wrong #Twitterive I miss the tire swing, tee ball equipment, mini golf set, shed, bikes, and everything that used to make this place home for me #twitterive The house that built me is no longer that same house #Twitterive Even the garden has changed and its no longer "Nanas Garden" #Twitterive #ChangesAreHard Why is it that noone else sees the changes that have been made are not always for the better? #Twitterive #MissIt Sometimes I enjoy going there to check the mail and other times I never wanna look at the house the way it is today #twitterive Native Place--empty compared to years ago, quiet, cold, different, smells the same, empty yard, doesnt even feel native #Twitterive Thinking about this house not being in the family much longer bothers me! #NativePlace #Twitterive The strange place that I decided to visit was Home Depot. I've only actually been there once before but it was a quick in and out deal. I have two friends that actually work there so I decided to become more aware of their daily surroundings. I soon realized that even though I thought I would know a lot about this place, I was not native to it. I knew nothing about the place except for the Orange logo that was in the front of the store. I didn't know the isles, the departments, or hardly any of the products that they sold. I assumed that it would be similar to any other retail store I've been too but there were differences. The funny smell really bothered me. It was a scent that I can't describe very well either. It was a mixture of lumber, paint, landscapes, and other unknown mixtures.
I feel that my experience here can be related to W.Berry's experience but not as much as my native place. could I felt more of a connection between my native place and Berry's experience. This strange place to me is comparable to his town in Kentucky that he went back to after years though. He didn't know Kentucky as well as he thought just as I didn't know much about my strange place as I once assumed. I needed to explore almost every isle of the store to even understand how big the place was. Berry explored many different places upon being back in Kentucky to become familiar with it again. I could successfully never come here again, men have to love this place, I like the picture frame section #Twitterive #StrangePlace I couldn't work here, prices are expensive on certain things, a lot of older people in here compared to ages 18-25 #Twitterive #StrangePlace orange carts, I don't see enough employees, paint section is crowded, I still cant explain that funny smell #Twitterive #StrangePlace Long and wide isles, Im totally lost, definitly a mans store more then a womens, very bright, no parking available #twitterive #StrangePlace Too many people, loud kids, registers clicking, doors opening and closing, funny smell, concrete floors #Twitterive #StrangePlace While being at my native place it felt both at home and different at the same time. I have been native to this place for the entire 25 years of my life but in the past 5 years it has changed so much. Certain things such as the Coo-coo Clock, the plaques, and the yellow-ness of the house are still exactly the same though.. I realized after being there for long enough that more of the native place has now been changed and all I have left are my native memories of the old ways. The house seemed so empty compared to 17 years ago. Before there were children and grandchildren always in and out of the house. Now only one person occupies it for three months of the year. The realization that in another 2 years this house will be sold out of my family makes me upset. There are too many memories here for us to not have this house.
My Native Place sends me some of the same feelings that Wendell Berry experiences about going back to his home place. Although I have not lived at my native place for many years I was there almost every weekend as a child and still visit it once a week now. When W.Berry went home he felt that he knew his home place of Kentucky. He then realized upon going back that he now didn't know as much of the place as he once did. I feel that my native place is very different in a way that I don't like it. Berry says, "I began to see the place with new clarity and understanding." I understand now why my native place has changed over the years. I just don't like the reason for the changes or the changes just as Berry explained, "Now that I am both native and citizen, there is no immunity to what is wrong." I feel that it is wrong for my native place to go "changing" on me. I really would love it if it stayed the same for me to grow old. Berry soon explores his part of Kentucky and realizes that the landscape of the town are both a little the same and very different. He remembers the landscape the way it used to be. I can remember the backyard of my native place being extremely different then it stands today. Another way in which I relate to W.Berry is when he says, "How they chose to treat this place while they lived in it, the lives of most of them diminished it." I feel that the emptiness of my native place is diminishing my memories of the life it used to hold. Back years ago, they were still together and the house had life. Now it is empty most of the year and the family is not as tight at it once was. The lack of family and love in the native place has diminished it. *7003,no more grill in yard,no more sled,new hard wood kitchen floor,new appliances,Why would they sell this house? #Twitterive #NativePlace *No More Tea Set, it looks as if a children were never even here, same brown garage door, garaged emptied now #NativePlace #Twitterive *Same Plaque, same lamp shades, no more kids movies, bedrooms rearranged, no more fence, no more shed in the yard #NativePlace #Twitterive *The House that Built Me, Its not the same years later, remodeled kitchen, new furniture #NativePlace #Twitterive *Yellowness from the outside, small pink room, blue bathroom, empty Fridge, need to check the mail #NativePlace #Twitterive |