More About Hitty

s1s.jpg (28648 bytes)The original Hitty is an old wooden doll that once belonged to Rachel Field, who wrote a book about her in 1929 called Hitty: Her First Hundred Years. In the book, Hitty has many adventures including getting left behind in church, sailing in a whale boat, becoming an idol on a Pacific island. Because of this tradition, a reproduction Hitty needs to have adventures too.

 

s2s.jpg (17457 bytes)This is Hitty looking at the picture in the book that her dress was copied from. I bought the fabric that her dress is made from many years ago, when the Sears catalog still offered sewing supplies. In those days, Vincent Price, the actor, selected art for Sears. This line of fabric was copied from actual old material, and down the side of it, it says "A Sears Vincent Price National Treasure". I had kept it in my cedar chest for 30 years, waiting for the right doll to come along. When I saw the picture of Hitty in the book looking at the sampler, I knew she was the right doll.

 

Hitty's SamplerMy friend, Jelane, and I have been friends since we were 15 years old, which is a long time. Though she and her husband live in San Francisco, we have kept closely in touch all of these years. When I first decided to make Hitty, Jelane asked "What's wrong with your own dolls." I was so excited about Hitty, that  I sent her a copy of one of the pictures from the book, and eventually pictures of my Hitty. Jelane got the book at the library, and maybe she was able to understand why I liked Hitty so much. She likes to quilt and do counted cross stitch, so when I told her there was something she could make in the Hitty book, and that was the sampler by little Thankful. Eventually a sampler for my Hitty arrived. Jelane copied it from the picture in the book, and here is Hitty with it.

 

Hitty's RoomI decided to let Hitty live in my 2" to the foot dollhouse, which was made from patterns in The Dollhouse Book by Estelle Ansley Worrell. The house has four rooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. This picture is of Hitty's own room. Hitty's bed is one that was made for 8" dolls probably in the 1950's. She also has a wardrobe, a rocking chair made from an aluminum can, end tables and trunks. I have made furniture for this house from laminated cardboard, and many of the things in it have sentimental attachments. The whatnot over the wardrobe was brought back to me from Disney World by my son, Dale. My daughter, Becky, gave me the little clock, which really works. I made the blue sampler for my daughter, Sara's dollhouse in 1985. Hitty's dollhouse is a Christmas ornament, and the oil lamp is an Avon perfume bottle. Hitty is holding a little wooden doll given to her by our friend, Melanie.

 

My Hitty has had a lot of adventures in her five years of life.    Her first adventure was a trip to Tucson, Arizona for my youngest daughter's wedding.   This picture is of her looking over the wall at the San Xavier del Bac Mission.   All of her other outings have been closer to home, the longest trips being to Chicago and to the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, Wisconsin.  I enjoy taking Hitty places, because she makes me look at things with fresh eyes as if she is seeing everything for the first time. 
Not to long ago, I found a book at a flea market.   It is called DOLLS, An anthology, and of course the word "dolls" always gets my attention.   It's a collection of poems about dolls put together by Julia A. Robinson in 1938.   The very first poem is by Rachel Field, and I wonder if she was thinking of Hitty:

A VALENTINE FOR OLD DOLLS by Rachel Field

Let others sing of cooing doves,

of beating hearts and new-found loves,

These my poor rhymes shall tell the graces

Of china, wax or wooden faces;

The charm of curls or painted braids,

Oh, sweet, perennially cheerful maids.

Your smiles shall last though natioins fall,

And the young hands that dressed you all

In flowered flounce and ribbons gay,

Long since to dust be laid away.

Your years you wear like faint perfume

of rose leaves in a quiet room,

When winter at the threshold knocks;

Like some old tune a music-box

tinkles as soft as phantom rain

Falling beyond a window pane.

And so, where'er you be to-day-

On parlor shelf; packed snug away

In attic camphor-still I'll praise

Your stiff-set limbs, your timeless gaze,

Knowing full well when I am gone

Thus you will sit and thus smile on.

You can find more information about Hitty and wooden dolls on
Jean Lotz's Wooden Doll Page

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