By kosk in Toronto (Koskintoronto) on Monday, May 23, 2011 - 05:12 pm:
Long ago, one of my great aunts took her son out to pick arbutus
somewhere near the town of Herman. This young (at the time) lad ,
a cousin of my dad's, wanted to gather some more of these flowers
the next day and asked his mom to take him to pick "our beauties."
That childhood misunderstanding of the flower's name lives on as
legend in our family.