What a great little find but better still that you decided to save it and press it back into use. Small pieces of a houses history like your house name, irrespective whether its wrong , deserve to be saved.
I hate waste of any kind. Shortly after we moved in, the First Lady had me make a name-plate to make it a little more obvious for visitors that they had arrived - the old one, hand made using a piece of 150mm feather-edge with the name burned into it measured about 40cm in length and was simply propped against a peg in what passes for a lawn. Rather than consigning it to the fire I decided it could go up in one of the outbuildings after I'd made the new one - which was constructed out of part of a plank of sycamore that the Father Outlaw donated from an old headboard.
You & me both Cubist, I hate to see waste as well.
It's a shame when houses lose their names - mine was given a number in the 1950's, but the deeds describe it as "The messuage known as The Birches", it seems appropriate to retain that. We have 2 large birch trees in the front garden but they can't be the original ones.
Mind you, I should be grateful that our house already had a name when the brewery that was behind us bought it in 1940. Next door but one the brewery owner built a semi-detached house in the 1930's for his 2 sons to live in - and he called the houses "Grahamville" and "Ronaldayne" . Just goes to prove that questionable taste is nothing new!
I feeling a new thread coming on - Naff House Names.
Long before we moved to Fircroft the the First Ladies were sometimes referred to as Hobbits - they are vertically challenged and prone to going about barefoot. As a consequence this place cam to the known informally as Hobbiton which is rather disconcerting as Rivendell actually is just over the hill.