She saved everything. No, I mean everything! After all, each treasure had wonderful memories associated with it!
She had a box for wandering buttons to save them from the certain trash heap of unforgotten buttons who, for years, performed their duties without complaint.
Plastic. Cork. Leather. Wood. Metal. Fabric. Large. Small. Simple happiness.
Aunt Helen, about whom I eulogized back in November, collected all of her wayward buttons. I wouldn’t doubt that she also scooped up forgotten buttons that crossed her path.
She, like her sister, was also a voracious reader.
I will always miss her ebullient, effervescent spirit.
- Buttons, Buttons, and more Buttons! (mjtrim.com)