Button, button, who's got the button? After my great-grandfather's funeral (when I was a wee little midge), my mom got my sister and I playing "button, button, who's got the button?" to keep us occupied while the adults talked. My great-grandmother kept a box full of all sorts of buttons, large and small, through which I liked to pour when I visited her. She let me have some of them, which are quite beautiful. So often we don't think about buttons until on falls off a shirt or coat, but some are truly works of art.
Button, button, who's got
Button, button, who's got the button? After my great-grandfather's funeral (when I was a wee little midge), my mom got my sister and I playing "button, button, who's got the button?" to keep us occupied while the adults talked. My great-grandmother kept a box full of all sorts of buttons, large and small, through which I liked to pour when I visited her. She let me have some of them, which are quite beautiful. So often we don't think about buttons until on falls off a shirt or coat, but some are truly works of art.
