Named Houses

Traditionally, we honor older homes by naming them. These homes cannot be “owned”, rather you take on the immense responsibility of caretaking.

 These houses represent a families culture and heritage.

 I have never lived in a “named” house. In fact, the numbered house I grew up in is no longer in my family.

 Because of this , I mistakenly believed my root system was not very deep.

 Until I started uncovering my family heritage and culture through genealogy and DNA testing.

 I had no idea the shoulders on which I am able to stand.

 The women who survived and thrived. Women who created and loved and overcame. Strong women.

 These Women have revealed themselves to me through “carrots” left behind. Stories, birth and marriage records, census records, grave markers, newspaper articles, and even (in the early morning hours) my dreams. They have painted pictures of themselves.

 My culture. My roots. My family. My guides.

 I am grateful every day for their love. I am grateful every day that I can stand on their shoulders. I am grateful every day that I have such deep roots.

 And In their honor, I name our little houses after the women who lived within those four walls. Doing my small part to protect someone else’s culture.

 Lilly’ house, Thelma’s house, and Girlie’s house.

 And while I am not related to any of them…I’m sure my ancestors would approve. In fact, I think they might even be a little proud:)

 Much love,