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The Button Collector
by Fonda Nelson
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I wish I had all the buttons now. |
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I needed some buttons to make a doll
So decided the family is who I'd call.
Aunts and Uncles and Grandma's too
Everyone seemed to have a few.
The doll was made with a few left over
One was the shape of a three leaf clover.
How fun it would be to start a collection
So I put an ad in the "looking for" section.
Unwanted buttons I'd like to buy
What's your price? Please specify.
The first box I got was very large
A note attached said "free of charge."
Another box came and a baggy too
They each had notes "no charge to you"
There were boxes from Oregon and Idaho
Alaska, Nevada and New Mexico.
I couldn't believe how many I got
As if I had hit a button jackpot.
Some of the buttons were made of glass
The ones from the Army were made of brass.
Mother of Pearl, plastic and shell
What some were made of, I couldn't tell.
So many times I tried to count
It's hard to do with that amount.
I never thought I'd get so many
To which I didn't owe a penny.
For all those people who shipped for free
Thanks for sending your buttons to me.
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
9/14/2006 |
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I used to collect buttons, Fonda, it was a wonderful hobby. I loved the old wooden ones and the overly aged leather ones, too. The hand painted ones were always a treat and even some that were fabric covered then coated with shellac. My grandmother was a seamstress, among her many other talents; she saved every button she could find and re-used them on garments she would make. I can remember her even cutting off the buttons from shirts before giving them to Goodwill. She kept her buttons in old cookie tins and my sister and I would sit on the floor while grandma was sewing and for hours we would dig through the buttons, pulling out special ones and discussing the imagined garment that we would be wearing that was adorned by that button. We loved playing that game, a far cry from the games kids play today, but I wouldn't trade one minute of button time spent with my sister for a brand new PlayStation with all of the games. Thank you for reminding me of those wonderful times with this excellent poem.
Take care,
Sherry
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
9/14/2006 |
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This shows that there are indeed many caring people around the world.
Good write!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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