My grandmother Mana used to sew a lot. So to help her out, my grandfather made my grandmother a button box. After she died, it was passed along to me. But the button box ended up fully submerged in our Great Flood of 2009. We dried it out but honestly it's been messed up, dusty in a way I can't seem to clean, and slightly smelly ever since. It's time for me to toss the box.
Most of the buttons were either rusted or a little bit moldy, or in the case of the leather buttons, just messed up. I sorted the buttons and kept the really cool ones that weren't ruined.
I hate losing something like this. I always felt like it connected me to my grandparents and helped me see where I get some parts of me.
7 comments:
That is sad.
That is very sad. I can relate. There's something about the smell...
Yes, sad!
Oh! I am awash in things like that. And it's getting worse, not better, as we continue to clean out my mother's house.
Bummer. I would hate to have to toss that.
Me too. I love buttons. I have bags of antique buttons from assorted relatives. AJ used to love to play with them when he was little.
Big bummer - I don;t know why I am sad that my mother threw out her mother's buttons. I know that it was theraputic for mom, but...
What is it about buttons that is so enchanting? When I worked at Ms. Spy's toy factory eons ago, one of my co-workers was a seamstress who knew all the cool button stores in NYC. She could effectively hypnotize me by showing me various buttons.
I'm so sad for you for the loss of both the buttons and the box. But I know you're the type of person who is good at carrying things in your heart, and that mutes the sadness for me a bit.
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