Supposedly, everyone has a jar of buttons, either collected over the years, or handed down from a relative.  Every once in a while I am given a collection of buttons – sometimes there is a story, sometimes there is not.

My dear friend Joyce gave these buttons to me.  There were two containers, but we emptied out the rectangular metal box labeled Military, and she took that box home.  In it, her husband, Mose, kept his army buttons, a lovely collection of browns, greens, and grays.  Now what do you suppose I will do with all these buttons (besides add them to my ever-growing collection)?  Stay tuned…


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