The Name Game

NOTE: THIS POST IS FROM A YEAR AGO BECAUSE WE DISLIKED OUR ORIGINAL WEBSITE HOST AND NOW WE LIKE THIS ONE AND THIS IS THE ONLY BLOG POST I MADE ON THE ORIGINAL ONE SO I TRANSFERRED IT OVER. ENJOY THE TIME TRAVEL!

If all of our future decision-makings go anything like picking a farm name, we may be in for a bumpy ride. Deciding on a name should be the fun part of the planning and building a business. But nope. Maybe we cracked it up to more than it ought to be. But, it's the first thing people know about you. It draws them in and paints a picture. And if they don't like that picture, well, you start off on a bad foot. It wasn't just the name we were deciding on, but the illustration, the logo, the "greeting" that tells people who you are and what you're about. It's our farm's smile & handshake.

At first we decided we'd just use our last name: Hedrick. "The Hedrick Homestead". Easy enough. But do you know how many people see HENDRICK instead of HEDRICK? (You just read "Hendrick", too, didn't you?!) I mean, it's not the biggest problem one could have, but if a customer saw us at market one day, read the banner, then went home and googled "Hendrick Homestead", they would sadly have no clever, insightful blog to read. It just seemed like, maybe there should be no doubt about what our name is. We need something clever, clean, and sharp. Straight forward. And from that point forward, months of indecisiveness ensued. We could at least decide on elements we wanted to shine through in our name. We chose to farm this wonderful, deep, clayey (yes, that is a word) blackland prairie soil. We are proud of that fact and we are proud of where we live. We explored native plant names (in English AND Latin, thank you very much), soil formations, nearby creeks, Native American tribes, Spanish names for all of the animals in the ecoregion, you name it. Nothing really clicked for us. But oh yeah, the train.

Did I mention we bought 11 acres that backs up to a railroad easement? Maybe that's what made our property affordable, but truth be told, we love the train. It's a romantic, mobile piece of art and history. And since our property is long and weirdly-polygon-shaped, we are actually farther from the train here than we were at our previous rental house. AND- get this. Sometimes, at night, when the train blows it's horn, the coyotes will sing with it. And I find that to be pretty damn magical. Okay, we struck a chord somehow. Let's make sure our name plays off of the train somehow. Well, I still hated the names Gabe came up with (they were too manly and industrial-sounding), and he thought my ideas were too wimpy. We were feeling like we would never agree on ANYTHING! So then we started revisiting the other ideas: Hedrick Homestead, Blackland Prairie this-and-that, and all of a sudden we were going in circles.

LET'S HAVE THE COMMUNITY PICK FOR US!

Sure, why not. I promised that whatever "won" in an online poll posted on Facebook and emailed to friends would be our new name. I picked our top contenders, and voters were allowed to check off the ones they liked. I also allowed people to suggest their own name for our farm, which turned out to be a pretty entertaining decision. With suggestions such as, "Beastiality Barn", and "The Land of ManDandies and Pennywhippers, for the betterment of Earth and Future," I decided that I would definitely be using an online poll to decide on the names of my future children. But anyways- after 170+ votes (thanks, you all rock!!), we had a clear result: see the screen shot below.

BUT...my brain all of a sudden started DESPISING the word acres. Boxcar Barnyard? No. Farmstead? No. The Boxcar Farm & Garden. I pinky swore that I would not change my mind on this (I've already "made up my mind for real" several times now, just to change it 5 hours later). But a pinky swear is a serious commitment, as you all know. So, that's the name and I'm sticking to it. (Plus if I end up hating it later, I can just blame it on everyone who voted for it).