My Grandmother’s Buttons
As a child I loved to venture into my grandparents’ bewildering dark cellar. A cellar filled with an amazing hodgepodge of whosits and whatsits, this and that, thingamabobs and every semi-reusable, recyclable item imaginable. (Something like this but crazier) I remember my grandmother Norma saying to me, "When me and Grandpop are gone, you guys will have to figure out what to do with it all." Little did she know that some of her collected treasures would bring great happiness to children all over the world. You see my grandmother saved every button she ever had. EVERY….single….button! These buttons were passed down and around and somehow made a stop at each one of my international aid projects including a recent one in Sri Lanka. The girls I worked with at Herman's Girls Home enthusiastically created long strings of button necklaces from my grandmother’s buttons. Part of my work in Sri Lanka was teaching the...