The Quimper Hitty cupboard has acquired a couple of lost sheep and another Kitty!
My very elderly neighbour Kate was an interesting, generous, imperious and stoic lady. We shared holiday feasts, walks around the neighbourhood and books. For a while, her favourite series was the Ellis Peters Cadfael Chronicles, because they fit her criteria of only one murder, (and it had to be the bad guy) two murders max, and injustices had to be solved as well as the crimes. I once loaned her Hitty, Her First Hundred Years, and every so often after that I would get a politely couched demand to borrow the book again.
As a birthday present one year I gave her the very inexpertly carved tiny clothespin Hitty in the green dress, whereupon Kate pursed her lips and requested that next time I give her a proper sized Hitty doll. The next year I gave her the bigger Hitty you see in this picture. She was once a Hitty head and torso on a stick given to me as “Hitty dress form” by a friend in Ontario. I always thought she would rather be a proper doll, so I added arms and legs, and dressed her as a chinese girl, because Kate was a scholar of Chinese Literature.
Kate went into a care home after her Alzheimers stole her memories, and she died earlier this week. The executrix asked me to come to the facility to pick up some stuff of hers they thought I’d like…I never in a million years imagined these wee dolls and their kitty would find their way back to the Hitty cupboard, but here they are.
Thanks Kate, so much for all the memories.
The Living is a passing traveler; the dead, a soul come home.
One brief journey twixt heaven and earth,
Then alas we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages…
I haven’t decided if I will re-do the arms and legs on poor dress-form Hitty… they really are appalling…