What’s in a name?

Posted by

I was always a bookworm, and when I was young I would read anything I could get my hands on. Once I read a book about the Boer War, when I was about nine. I loved the sound of a certain phrase in the book, although I didn’t know what it meant or how to pronounce it. So when we got our first sheep on the farm, I was giving them names and I called the black sheep Kaga Drill. My family already thought I was nuts but this confirmed it. Of course, the phrase from the book was khaki drill, the material used for the soldier’s uniforms. Good old Kaga Drill lived for many years and had many lambs. I relish the strange names that people and children give animals. Sid in letter trayOnce I looked after a chihuahua called Lassie. And obviously it is a global phenomenon, as I realised yesterday when I met a Brazilian neighbour who told me that he missed his dog, a Rottweiler called Shakira. I said she must be very beautiful and he said she was. Another Brazilian neighbour had a cat called Fejoada, or Beans. The full name of one of my cats is Sidney Divilskin (pictured in the In Tray!) And of course, my first cat as an adult was called Gannet. Go figure. Obviously the madness in the head has no borders, which is a comforting thought!

2 comments

  1. You see, Marese, I have the same “problem”. Curiosity did not kill the cat, it answers questions that need answering in my reality. It’s a funny thing, but this article really resonates with me especially on the second and third readings I did in the last few minutes.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s