The summer before their birth we drove from Oregon to Wyoming, where my husband was helping a relative remodel his home. Near McCall, Idaho we encountered fields of a lovely wildflower called Camas (Camassia). It was a beautiful sight and at that moment we decided we would name our child Camas, if we had a girl. (We didn’t know then that I was incubating twins.)
The indigenous people called this plant Quamash.Camas flowers range from pale, light blue to deep violet blue. One kind, the death Camas, is fatal and can easily be confused with the edible variety. (Photos of the Camas flower can be found here.)
Camas was one of the most important "root" foods of western North American indigenous peoples, from southwestern British Columbia to Montana, and south to California. The part of the plant that was valued is actually a bulb. Dried Camas is the most expensive form of Camas, with baked and then raw Camas being less expensive. Camas roots were given at marriage trades and to friends and relatives by the widow at funeral trades. The bulbs were usually dug after flowering, in summer, although some people dug them in spring. Harvesting the bulbs traditionally took weeks or months. Each family group "owned" its own camping and harvesting spot. These were passed down in families from generation to generation.
In the Pacific Northwest one can find cities, streets, creeks, sloughs, and businesses with the name Camas. When my daughter lived in NYC she met someone from Washington state at a party. After being introduced to Camas, he commented on how unfortunate it was for her to have to been named, "after a lumber mill."