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“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet.” –From Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Chers Amis,

What is in a name or a title of a blog?  I often wonder about all the stories behind the stories. Like the cover or title of a book, I’m intrigued by blog titles, curious in a friendly sort of way. None of us pick a title to be boring, but to express something about us, our lives, our families or our history and to invite people to come and visit. I am interested in people’s stories. Does she really have Rocks in her dryer?  Is Mac and Cheese her favorite food?  Where is the Lapaz Farm?  Did she ever live in Bolivia or Minnesota?  Is the S/V Mari Hal-O-Jen a boat or is someone with a chemist in the family, or both? A Lee in the Woudes – is that a landform like a hill or dale?  I could go on and on.  I love titles, they are like little word puzzles. So why “Lettres de mon Moulin”? It started, of course with a letter . . .

July 18, 2006

Chers Amis,

Enfin, a quiet moment to sit down and tell you about the sweet happenings at my moulin – my mill. Why all the talk of mills you ask? Well, it started with a desire to clean up a cluttered corner and make room for a new school year’s books. I only meant to pack up all those dusty tomes that I couldn’t bear to throw away but a few called to me from the top shelf like friends from the past whose paths no longer intersect your own. Voices from far away – Verlaine, Baudelaire, Pagnol. Most lofty and reserved, some angry and cynical. But one clear voice caught my attention, Alphonse Daudet’s “Lettres de mon Moulin.” It is a collection of stories and anecdotes about the people and places he encountered while living in the first floor of a old mill in Provence. So happy, was he in this place, this “Little corner, perfumed and warm, a thousand miles from newspapers, cabs, smog! . . . And all the nice things around me.” From there he wrote, his door wide open to the sunlight. I could smell the honeyed hills and smiled, taking the bouquin down for a long conversation to catch up on all the news. It reminded me that while my home isn’t really an old mill set up on the lavender scented hills of Provence with a lovely wood of pines sparkling in the sun, it is my simple corner of goodness and joy.

Welcome to mon moulin.


2 Comments leave one →
  1. April 6, 2009 10:51 am

    i love this little story about the name of your blog! how sweet and thoughtful. i had such a hard time coming up with mine and i still don’t think it is clever enough!

  2. March 19, 2010 5:11 pm

    Hi Marjorie, So pleased I came across your blog today. In learning about you it seems we have a different way of naming blogs. I’ll throw my hat into the ring. Ever here of CalFinder?

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