Some of the fondest memories of my youth are the times I spent with my grandmother and her button jar.
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It was just a large mason jar filled with filled with buttons of every color, the minutia of everyday life.
Everyday buttons, fancy buttons, big buttons, and even tiny buttons that had adorned the smallest infant outfits.
In a time when clothes were used or passed down until they were worn out, it was rare to have a full set of buttons survive but the “odds” were carefully conserved, perhaps to find use again, but more importantly as a remembrance of times past.
The joy I found in my grandmother’s button jar has no beginning in my memory because it seems to have been born at the same time as the love for my grandmother.