Old farmhouse and barnyard at dusk, an Appalachian family tradition of naming things
The Hierophant — Old Ways & Traditions

What We Name (And What We Dont)

Grandmas Rule on Naming Things

At grandmas, the dog had a name. The kids had a name. The baby dolls had a name. Even Gramps had a name, and so did his 1957 Ford — Betsie, we called her. But the rabbits in their pen never got one. Neither did the chickens, the pigs, or the milk cow. That was not an accident. That was a rule.

She never had to explain it twice, and she never let it slide, not even for the softest-hearted grandkid. If you started sweet-talking one of the hogs by name, she would put a stop to it before the name ever stuck. It sounds harsh set down in words like this. It made perfect sense standing in that barnyard.

The Practical Reason

The plain reason was killing time. Everything that was going to end up on the table stayed nameless on purpose, because it is a different thing entirely to butcher a hog than it is to butcher Wilbur. You have heard the old saying about running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Grandma would tell you plainly — they really do. She was not going to make that moment any harder on the kids, or on herself, by handing a name to something that was never going to see next winter.

Nobody wants to sit down to supper and hear that Fluffy is the main course.

The Spiritual Reason

Beside the practical reason, Grandma held to a spiritual one just as firmly, and she was adamant about it. To call something by its given name is to gain a kind of hold over it. She said if you are going to pray for somebody, you had better know their name. If you are banishing something, or calling someone out, you had better know their name too. A name is not just a label in her way of thinking. It is a handle, and whoever is holding the handle is the one with the say-so.

Why Names Carry Power

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    Precision

    Energy follows attention, and attention follows a name. Naming exactly who or what you are working with keeps the working from drifting onto the wrong target.

  2. II

    Authority

    In many old traditions, knowing a spirits true name, or a persons full given name, is what gives you the standing to command it, bargain with it, or call on it at all.

  3. III

    Waking It Up

    Speaking the name of a plant, a stone, or a tool is said to wake up what is sleeping inside it, turning a mundane thing into an active ally.

  4. IV

    Taking the Power Out of a Thing

    In banishing work, naming a hidden fear, a bad habit, or a hex outright is what takes its power away. Bringing it into the light by name is the whole of the working.

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Old Traditions That Agree With Her

Grandmas rule was not just a mountain oddity. The idea that a name is a kind of claim runs through a lot of old practice, in and out of the hollers.

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Scripture Says the Same

Grandma kept her practice close to the Bible, and this rule was no different. She would point back to the second chapter of Genesis, to the very first naming of all.

Genesis 2:19 — KJV

And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air, and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.

God did not hand Adam a list of names. He brought the animals to him and let Adam do the naming, and whatever Adam called them, that became their name for good. The naming itself was the giving of dominion. Grandma read that the same way she read her own barnyard — the name is where the authority lives.

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So that is the rule as I learned it, sitting on the porch steps while she snapped beans. Name what you love. Name what is going to sit by the fire with you a good long while. But think hard before you name what is only passing through, because a name is not a small thing to hand out. It is a claim, and once it is spoken, it does not come back easy.

From the Hollers Some things earn a name by staying.
Some things keep their peace by going nameless.
Either way, the naming is the choosing —
and Grandma never chose it lightly.