I thought that I had actually written a piece about how I got my name, but it seems to have disappeared into thin air. Maybe it never existed and I just thought about it really hard all these years, or it fell off the edge of the DB world, who knows!
Anyway I will give it you to again here, just quick, since I get asked all the time.
So many years ago, before this blog even started, I was dating this guy, we will call Larry, that’s a joke, where if we want to hide someone’s name he made me watch this movie that I had no interest in at all. Howl’s Moving Castle.
So basically, Turnip Head, was a character in the movie, pictured here to the right, that was basically a Scarecrow with a turnip for his head.
Anyway, in the movie Turnip Head, I have a hard time spelling it like that, was pretty much the “go-to” guy for the main characters.
Any time they needed something done or help, Turnip Head was there to fix the problems and challenges the main character’s were facing.
So how do I tie into that? Well this is the part that is a bit hard for me to talk about, being shy and all! My boyfriend, Larry, and I actually lived on opposite sides of the country from each other. Plus, being that I was a flight attendant, I was always away.
Larry, was going through a lot with his family and their health issues. Regardless, it was important to me that I be there with him to help him in anyway I could. I mean what is a boyfriend if he isn’t your hard place to lean and your soft spot to fall.
So back to the movie. at the end of the movie, Larry turns to me and says to me, with some very glassy eyes, “you are my turnipHed!” He had already shortened it just for me.
I couldn’t figure out what he meant, so I asked him about it.
He replied, “no matter where you are, what you are doing, when I really need you, you just put it all down and you’re here for me. You are my turnipHed….”
Well it stuck, I started using the name when I started writing, thanks to Larry’s encouragement, and now it has really stuck.
So there you have it, the story behind the turnipHed.