Herd of Bulls? A town like no udder!
What future can one make for a rural servicing town when farms amalgamate, and farmers get their services from further afield? Whoops – that pun was unintentional – but clearly the Bulls mode is catching.
Bulls – otherwise distinguished just by being the junction at which one goes straight on up the North Island’s west coast to Whanganui and Taranaki or turns right to traverse the middle of the island through the Desert Road – has taken up a playful distinction on its name.
I’d love to know the story about the initial impulse, and how the businesses in town adopted it.
But of course, whatever we’re told might also be just a load of bull!
Actually, they’re lucky to have the pun to play with. In the early days, Bull Town (after one of the founders) was renamed boringly as Clifton, and then, happily for us, given its original name back.
As Wikipedia notes, depending on your sense of humour, you may consider the results “commenda-bull” or “horri-bull”.
You be the judge – but personally – this farmer’s daughter chortles.
Sadly, pun-i-ness is no panacea for declining turnover. Empty buildings don’t tell quite such a funny tale.
BUT – there is a naming opportunity untaken…. the Library. Built in 1918, and standing as a War Memorial to WWI with the unbelievably huge list of local sons lost, perhaps it feels too sombre to be bulled around with. I like the symbolism though. Far more than a cenotaph or statue can, it tells us that perhaps through the learning and world-understanding we gain from reading we become less and less likely to resort to war.