This is so interesting! Yes, I also has a tin of buttons, given to me by my mother-in-law, Betty. She used to collect buttons, but had given a whole tin of the collection to me. I am proud to own them because I know it took her a long time to collect those buttons and they all meant so much to her at the time she collected them.
Your poem reminded me of how precious my mother-in-law was to me, and how precious she had thoought of me to give them to.
I enjoyed this wonderful poem immensely!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2006
My mums button tin, for me it was treasure chest, yup so full of colours. Great memories I'll phone mum tomorrow and see if she remembers..lol
Wonderful write..
Thank you I use to sit and collect old buttons I felt the same way as a child my grandmother started it for me... This is such a beautiful poem...You have such a gift with memories and life accounts....
Oh my God, Joyce, this is one thing we share. I, too, have a button jar, also a Mason jar, but green. It was my grandmother's and then my mother's and when she passed away, I inherited it. This poem brought such lovely memories back to me of when I was a child. We would go to grandma's house and I would pour the buttons out of it, like a treasure, and go through them wondering what each one would say if it could tell me about its life.
Thank you for putting into words such a precious memory! You are a wonder, sweet lady.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2006
Joyce, this is so glorious..Thank YOU!!
Love,
Dove
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2006
It is indeed an honor to be given something through our families. Love the way you have shared this event with us. Thank you.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2006
I remember my mother keeping a tin box full of colored buttons. Finding a pair was always a hassle but fun. Victor
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A very nice write.
Love Tinka
This is so interesting! Yes, I also has a tin of buttons, given to me by my mother-in-law, Betty. She used to collect buttons, but had given a whole tin of the collection to me. I am proud to own them because I know it took her a long time to collect those buttons and they all meant so much to her at the time she collected them.
Your poem reminded me of how precious my mother-in-law was to me, and how precious she had thoought of me to give them to.
I enjoyed this wonderful poem immensely!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Wonderful write..
Rusty
Blessings & Love,
Joselyn
Thank you for putting into words such a precious memory! You are a wonder, sweet lady.
Love,
CJ
Love,
Dove