Quimper Hittys

12 thoughts on “Doll House Tin”

1. how kind of the girls to comfort little Pip. The Quimper Hitty family always provides good examples of how to live well and kindly.

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   • Poor Pip, the girls are doing their best…

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2. Bless their little wooden hearts…tea to Pip…so kind, and in that sweet little dollhouse.

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   • It was definitely “be nice to Pip” day in the Quimper Hitty cupboard. We are happy to have found the little tin dollhouse to amuse them all!

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3. How Wonderful! Where in the world did you find that perfect dollhouse? You have much magic in Victoria!

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   • A local shop had them, aren’t they charming?!

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4. How enchanting! It’s completely magical!

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   • It was – I loved that the inside was decorated too! The Hittys are very amused!

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5. The Quimper Hitty household has even been healing me of a decades-long memory – from far away I was photographing the destruction of our beloved ancient elm tree on the farm (during a serious outbreak of elm disease engulphing Britain at the time – my memory says our was not yet sick, but “put down” lest it become ill; who knows the truth of this!). I had a zoom lens, and after it had been brought spectacularly low (even on its side higher than the whole two-story house) I zoomed in – only to discover I was encroaching on a very private grief; my father, staggering around in the carnage, tears glistening down his staunch Kannie Dood face – that was his nickname, for how tough he was, Cannot Die. I could not press the button to take the shot. I was so moved. But what I saw in the zoom lens was there in all the photographs – my dad, right there, come to see his old friend through its time of slaughter, just as he did for any animal, explaining to it, thanking it, promising to honour it for all his long. I was used to him dong this as a little ritual before harvesting every cabbage, etcetera – but that time with the elm was a magnification of that simple spirit in him, always so much at odds with the ‘civilization’ he came to join, our 20th century, the British Commonwealth. He was born and bred in the Kalahari, where you don’t take life for granted – not even the life of a plant, let alone of a tree.
   So, yesterday, my heart was with Pip. I could not even type about the feeling!
   But here, today, your little community has continued to nurture those feelings, and know how to let grief be felt, and endured, and then be assuaged but not dismissed.
   I thank you all, Quimper Hitties, for a connection I feel that is deeper than mere pleasure and play.
   Bless their little wooden hearts indeed.

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6. We are all very glad that you enjoy our stories about the vicissitudes of life, as distilled in the Hitty cupboard. We love the small-scale realities the Quimper Hittys experience, often joyful, usually benign, though sometimes painful.

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7. losing a tree, especially a fruit tree, even in Victoria where they are abundant is a sad loss. I’m sure Pip will be well cared for by all the Hittys. Love the tin dollhouse, I have a Sweets Shop tin – but no doll house or sweets inside. If you want to start a village you are welcome to it.

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   • The shape of our back yard has changed completely! The Sweets Shop tin sounds intriguing, perhaps I will drop by 🙂

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