When I was little, my friend [name]Rodney[/name] and I found a very old stick - it was more like a small piece of lumber, which might have had its name carved into it - it had something carved in it. (Might have been a post for a pet grave, even). We called the stick Chickory, and kept it in his garage like a totem. One day [name]Rodney[/name] threw Chickory way back in the woods behind his house, and sometimes we would hunt for it. Never found it again.
See these things bring up memories. I was thinking of the tennis balls I named. They were the old kind that you give to kids when they’re not good for tennis anymore (my grandpa loved tennis). I drew faces on them, so it was more like a doll, and wrote their names on the other side. I think the green one might have been [name]Marvin[/name] or [name]Harvey[/name] or something like that. The orange one was [name]Cindy[/name]. They were faded a lot, so they weren’t really “green” or “orange” like a new ball.
My handbag, I’ve mentioned a few times, is [name]Waverly[/name], but that’s the name the designer gave her. Designers give names to lots of things, but that’s the only thing I’ve bought like that which I thought “had” to keep its name (or otherwise rename - something I don’t usually do).
I am thinking of the “Seinfeld” episode with the t-shirt named “[name]Golden[/name] Boy.” LOL.