Do you ever wonder how a house gets its name? Is it like choosing a name for a baby? Do you have a list?

Naming ones house is an old British custom, which began with the gentry naming their manors, halls, lodges and castles. It eventually filtered down to the masses........ which I suppose is most of us today. 


I can't help but  look at a house differently when it has a cute name....like Spruce cottage. A white picket fence completes the whole package for me. Does it do the same for you? Do you imagine that you are in a little English village somewhere in England?

Does the name Walnut Cottage make you want to take a peek around the back to see if there is a Walnut Tree growing somewhere in the garden.

Some names are obvious..... a long drive that is lined with majestic Chestnut trees.

This one reflects the quirky personality of the owner...... a Milliner!

Don't you think that a house name is like a personalised stamp about the property and the owners of the house. Even if you don't know who the people are that live there, you can sort of imagine what they would be like. Do they have a sense of humour, are they traditionalists, square people in a round hole types..... ? I love walking around our village looking at all the names.



Biami & Mirrabooka

Biami the good spirit was kept very busy, guarding the tribes as they roamed throughout the earth, and he was very much troubled for them. He found that he could not watch over all of them at once; he knew he must have help to keep them from harm. Among the tribes there was a man called Mirrabooka, who was much loved for his wisdom, and the way in which he looked after the welfare of this people. Biami was well pleased with Mirrabooka, and when he grew old, promised him eternal life. Biami gave Mirrabooka lights for his hands and feet and stretched him across the sky, so that he could watch forever over the tribes he loved. And the tribes could look up to him from the earth and see the stars which were Mirrabooka’s eyes gazing down on them.

When in later times white invaders came from across the sea and stole the tribal lands, they did not know that this group of stars across the sky was Mirrabooka, and they renamed them. They named Mirrabooka the Southern Cross. And the eyes of Mirrabooka they called the Pointers. But it is really Mirrabooka there, stretched across the sky; he will be there forever, for Biami has made it so. (courtesy of Ron Kurtus)

Does your house have a name? Do you think it's a lovely tradition? 

I'm thinking of naming my chook house..... any ideas people?