When my husband, Ron, and I lost our minds and decided to borrow tons of money, buy land and build ten small houses that would become Hill Country Casitas, we talked at length about naming each house, or Casita. My good friend, Frank Eck, had named all the rooms at his amazing farm in Virginia after family members, with their name inscribed on a brass plate above the door, and it made each room that much more special. So following in Frank’s footsteps, like we’ve done many times over on this project, we knew we had to name each Casita.
Our first awesome idea was to name each Casita after one of our favorite Texas Music Artists. The Jerry Jeff Walker, The Lyle Lovett, The Robert Earl Keen, The Jerry Jeff Walker, and so on. We thought we were brilliant. Our lawyer friend, Tony, said NO (you are not brilliant) due to trademark issues. Bummer.
We then passed on the obvious: The Bluebonnet, The Roadrunner, The Armadillo. We also considered Texas rivers that are so vital to our state: The Pedernales, The Frio, The Colorado. But how do you match a house and a river? Seemed like a stretch to me. Then, the next brilliant idea: we could use Spanish words since we already went there with Casitas. But neither Ron nor I speak Spanish, so what seemed brilliant was just plain stupid and very gringo, like Mexican food at Applebee’s.
So we numbered the Casitas, #1 – #10. So NOT creative, but necessary during construction with subcontractors all over the place and basic communication necessary among our team, and for insurance purposes, not to mention making reservations! So they got numbered and in sequential order as they were laid out down the hill.
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