Monday, April 2, 2012
Bread and Milk
Perhaps the street-namers of the 17th and 18th centuries had no time for the evocative or inspirational; perhaps they simply valued the quickest and most practical directions to - and descriptions of - where they needed to go. I could understand that. Most directions I get, when I bother to get directions instead of just muddling along with a Rand McNally atlas and the little map in my phone, are terrible. If they were more like "turn right at Big Red House Street, then left at Dunkin Donuts Without a Drive-Thru Lane, then left again at This Must Be Hell When It Snows Hill," I'd appreciate it. Anyway there are enough Prospect Streets with no prospects, Elms and Maples devoid of trees, Mountain Views and Buena Vistas that turn out to have neither.
I'm working on a theory about those early New Englanders, though: that all of their actions, the seemingly incomprehensible as well as the boringly predictable, can be explained if you consider that they were constantly terrified. Walking through the woods of Coventry, scared of witches and Indians and sin and catching a cold that might kill you and the possibility of all manner of wild animals leaping from behind the trees, maybe it was just comforting to look up and see, well, not a green and white town street sign, but some recognizable landmark that told you, Ah. I know this place. This is the place where you can find bread and milk.
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I grew up on Bread and Milk street and was told by my great grandmother who also grew up on it that the street got its name because a traveler who stopped at any house on the street would be given bread and milk.ReplyDelete