Farms usually have names. When I was growing up, I lived on a farm called 'Dolwendee', named after the town in Wales from which my maternal grandmother came as a war-bride in 1919. Houses, though, don't usually have a name. Not nowadays. However, in the '20s and '30s they seemed to. In my suburb of Paddington, many of the name plates date from that period.
When I was in my late teens I read a series of Australian books by George Johnstone, beginning with 'My Brother Jack'. This was set in Melbourne. This is when I first came across the house name which I use as my title for this post.