I am honored to report that today I received the University of Akron’s Wayne College Regional Writers Award for non-fiction. Since I’m naturally too modest to say much about myself, friends and colleagues encouraged me to share this winning essay with you.
By Bruce Stambaugh
I have always been enamored by names.
By names, I mean the title affixed to something, someone or someplace that transcends the given moniker of the object, the person or the place.
When I moved to Holmes County, Ohio many moons ago, I immediately picked up on the custom of speaking in this sort of colloquial code that was neither an accent nor a dialect.
People spoke of names for places as if the entire world knew to what and where they were referring. Often times, most of those names could not be found on any official document, including a county map.
Still, people used the names as reference points, meeting places and settings for stories, imaginary and true. With apologies to Stephen Colbert, the “truthiness” of the tale didn’t really matter.
In my teaching days, my elementary students matter-of-factly offered up perfect examples of what I mean. When I asked the students where they lived, I got answers like “on French Ridge” or “next to Dingle Brown” or “ beside Blackbird Croskey.”
Once I caught on to this provincial name-dropping, I tried turning the tables on the kids through the lessons. They found it down right sacrilegious to learn that Glenmont had once been Napoleon and Killbuck was first Oxford.
Nor did they believe me when I told them that Fort Fizzle had really been a fort, and the cause of its rebellious caretakers actually did fizzle. It was an insignificant skirmish in the American Civil War. But it was our own.
The cute terminology wasn’t confined to the schoolhouse either. Once, when I reported to the fire station after the alarm had sounded, I found the first two trucks gone and the station empty. I checked the chalkboard where the type of run and its location were hastily scribbled. “Grassfire, Baddow Pass” was all it said.
I was stumped. I had no idea where that was, and had to wait until another volunteer showed up to find out which way we should go.
The name game even spilled over to church. When the youth group wanted to go on a hayride to Panther Hollow, I again had to ask about the exact location. When we got there, it was so spooky I thought it should be named Ghost Hollow. But I soon learned that was actually on the north side of the nudist camp. And no, I am not making up any of this.
When I moved to the eastern part of the county, I discovered the local names just as prolific, if not more so. Amid the Amish and Mennonite culture, several people have the same name. But there was only one Bicycle Dan and one Toothpick Andy.
We had our church picnic in Troyer’s Hollow. The Stink Plant sits on Weaver Ridge. Good friends live on Joe T. hill.
In the western, more Appalachian area of the county, the hills are steeper and the valleys are wider. In the east, with its more gently rolling hills, the tranquil valleys are referred to as bottoms.
A young woman was once talking with a small group of people about what each valley was called. She said she lived in Bulla (or Bull) Bottom, and that the valley on the north side of Walnut Creek was called Genza (or Goose) Bottom.
She promptly turned to a young man who lived over the next ridge, and innocently asked him, “And what is your bottom called?”
Like I said, I love these earthy, rural names rich in traditions and full of life, goodness and virtue.
© Bruce Stamabaugh 2013
4 thoughts on “Enamored by names”
Congratulations Bruce! Nice essay…truly meets the non-fiction criterion.
Thanks, Mic. It was fun to write.
Bruce, My sister told me to check out your site and I was deligthted to see the references to Holmes County and Killbuck where I grew up. I did indeed know Blackbird Croskey, “the best morel hunter in the county,” and we have copies of letters a notorious 49’er forefather wrote to his wife, Mary Morgan, the Postmistress of old “New Oxford.”
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I’m glad you liked the references to Holmes Co. They’ll be more.
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