Good Monday morning! We got back last night from a fabulous weekend in Williamsburg and I’ll have all the details and photos up for you soon!
During the weekend, however, something that’s been in my mind for a while came back to the forefront. All of the beautiful estates and family homes we toured had names. Now, most of these names were probably given to the homes by the folks who run the Williamsburg conservation for the purposes of keeping track of goings ons with the homes, but naming a home isn’t uncommon in other areas as well. We usually associate house names with giant rolling estates or opposite with college hangouts (just ask anyone from Miami University), but now and again you see a regular house with a name. Sometimes it’s a farm, or out west it’s a ranch, but it isn’t totally abnormal.
I think about this a lot because Matt and I always think about naming our farm. We’ve spent loads of time thinking up names that either describe the terrain around the home, describe the home itself, or describe us and our family. Over the years, only a few names have stood out, but nothing has been an epiphany. Names like, Whitetail Farms (for our white-tailed deer, fox, dog, and one albino squirrel that lives in our woods).
Right now, our home is lovingly referred to as just ‘The Farmhouse’. We’ll be out with friends and someone will inevitably say, “let’s just grab some beer and go back to The Farmhouse’ or, “let’s do happy hour at The Farmhouse”. I love the association of the home with a destination and the sense of gathering it brings.
So, we’re still working on the more long-term name for the farm – maybe we’ll put it up to a blog vote! But in the meantime, I want to hear about your experience with named homes. Is there one in your family? Have you named your home? How to you associate the name with the feelings you get while you’re there?
I can’t wait to hear from you!
image source: Rococo Revisited