The Daily Post: The Name’s The Thing
Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.
Our family always had unique names for places, objects and things. Some evolved from a toddlers effort to communicate with a still untrained tongue. Others just grew a name, Their birth never recorded, it just was.
I like to think about when our family moved into a stone cottage that had been built primarily for brief warm weather stays. It lacked hot water or any type of device to provide heat against the cold. I’m not sure why we ended up living there year round, perhaps because it was cheap or conveniently located to something important. I don’t remember any of us consciously bestowing a name, it seemed like we’d always called it “The Pit”.
While the name sounds ominous and foreboding, The Pit was neither. It was nestled in a green valley surrounded by the seemingly endless Blue Ridge Mountains.of North Carolina. The multi shaded outlines of various peaks and ridges…a deep dark blue rising first, then a lighter blue appearing just behind it and continuing on as though it were made up of endless mirrored images of delicately shaped hues in a natural palette. It was a sight that could not be interfered with by the daily life of the human eye. It would not be overlooked. It was the wall of our existence.
Our little stone cottage seemed centered in the vast hues of sky and mountains, like the bottom of a cone shaped backdrop of incredible beauty. One could not step outside without being softy embraced by forests, damp green fields and the crisp air that blew gently and playfully tousled one’s hair mimicking the curls of clouds that hung lazily overhead.
Perhaps The Pit acquired it’s name because it was a man made cairn in the midst of the effortless beauty of nature. It still stands decades later it’s magic still delighting newcomers.