The Story of Gee

I promised to tell you about Gee, my first Hitty. It's a sad tale, but this cloud in my Hitty-collecting universe has several silver linings.
Not long after I found Gee at a UFDC regional conference, I discovered the Hittygirls Yahoo group. I was excited to find other collectors who love Hitty, and and I soon learned what a gracious and giving group of people they were (and are).
In 2003, my husband and I moved to our first house and got a beautiful mutt of a dog we call Lady Lydia Whiskers (Lady for short). Can you see where this story is going already? I made the mistake of trusting Lady to leave Gee alone when I left her (the doll, not the dog) on my bed for a moment. After all, she (the dog, not the doll) had not shown much interest in chewing things.

Big mistake.

Gee was left with part of her face and a foot missing and tooth marks on her body. I felt AWFUL -- obviously I was a terrible mother to both doll and dog. I went to the Hittygirls and confessed all. And then the first bright spot showed itself. Pat Thompson kindly offered to patch Gee up. Since I didn't know then I would have more than one Hitty, I eagerly agreed to send Gee off to the "hospital" and hoped to redeem myself in the eyes of the doll gods.

When Gee returned, she wasn't as good as new but she looked great and had a new air of confidence. I knew that she had come to terms with the experience and was determined not to let it stop her from exploring life. Gee even convinced me to start adding sisters to her family, despite my reservations about my fitness as an owner. Everything was lovely ... until Buddy.
We got Buddy as a companion for Lady in 2004, not knowing that, along with his pathological skittishness, he had an ornery streak, a love of chewing and a talent for larceny.

I was working on a swap project for Hittygirls in mid-2004 in our basement TV room. I had to go upstairs for some reason, so I left Gee on the top shelf of a chest-high bookcase out of harm's way, or so I thought. I didn't think about her again for a day or two. When I went back to the basement to let the dogs out in the back yard, I noticed odd bits of wood that looked like well-chewed doll appendages. Oh, the horror when I realized that this time Gee had truly met her end. The only large piece I found was her splintered torso.

Now, mind you, this dog would have had to climb up on the couch and stretch as far as he could over a side table to grab the doll, and how did he even know that she was there? (Well, I suppose he smelled my scent, but still.)

Here's the second silver lining. Another Hittygirl, TC Vollum, was planning to attend the 10th Hitty and Friends Reunion in Williamsburg, Va., that fall. She offered to take Gee's remains and try to find another doll in that wood.

Somehow, she did just that, and I was tickled pink when Qi (pronounced chee) came to live with me. (Her name means "life energy" in Chinese, and I like to think that she is the embodiment of Gee's inner spark.)

I suppose there are several morals to this story. One, of course, is never trust a dog (even a sweet one). The other, and much more important, is that collecting things can be fun, but collecting friends is more rewarding. And thanks to Gee (and Qi), I have found that precious collectible at Hittygirls.

But I still have nightmares about finding Gee's head in a dusty corner some day.