Wellesley High School, which under new principal Jamie Chisum is reorganizing into a house system to better align administrators with students, is reaching out to the school community to name its houses.
The school has relied on the Wellesley Historical Society‘s resources and the contributions of Wellesley History blogger Joshua Dorin to come up with short list of historically significant names. Our favorite is naturally Brown House since our last name is Brown.
The other candidates are Bradford, whose name was on the old high school, Cameron/Jennings, Kingsbury, Perrin, Phillips and Shaw. Guess there are already enough things in town named after the Hunnewell family.
Voters taking the survey should pick 3 names from those above. The selection process is open until Aug. 4, and after results are in, they will be sent to the School Committee for a final decision.
I vote for Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
Perfect! and named by a woman to boot!
Knowing Swellesley, I’m surprised it hasn’t named the houses “schools” and the school a College. What will we name the tunnel from WH Square to the Charles River when it’s completed? The Tunnel of Transgendered Love? My family used to call the old Deadend community of Blightville: la Rouilleville — and gave all the houses names (since the numbers of the unnamed street had worn off or never existed). There are a few houses hereabouts whose ‘names’ are marked in pencil on an unpainted door jamb, dated and measured. Only houses without numbers are given names (in deference to the postman). Those days are names went even before the numbers 13 and 666. Moreover, why name something to assist educated pedagogs with a nominclature which may or may not have much to do with students trying to find their way abouts. Naming the subway lines blue, green, red, and silver made sense (except for the blind and colorblind); but does naming ‘houses’? How about naming them 1 … 4 like people who learned to count used to do? Just as a point, I knew Dr Marshall Perrin’s daughter-in-law — quite well, in fact, and I never heard her say a word abouthim. She was the wife of Harold Livingston Perrin, the German professor who did NOT get an egg cracked on his head. Whilst we’re at it, why not name a school after Ralph Diehl? Town characters have been a wealth of information. As he once said, modestly, the most-famous people in town got away.