Thursday, October 21, 2010

Family Memoirs: Fascinating Magical Objects

This post is one in a series intended to help and encourage people to write down their memories in short, manageable segments. These memories will in time build to become a memoir that can be passed down to future generations.

Fascinating Magical Objects

Was there an object during your childhood that captivated your attention and fascinated you? I was recently reminded of my magical object after many years of forgetting about it.

As a child one of the things that captivated me was my mother's button box. Everything about the box was interesting. It was an assortment of hundreds of buttons on the inside in all different shapes, colors and sizes. I used to pour out the box just to look at what were to me, magical buttons. The box itself was special too. It wasn't an ordinary box. It had a design that reminded me of embroidery. And the corners, instead of being square, were notched into a slight groove that a child could slip its finger into. We didn't use the button box much for actually retrieving buttons but it was there when we needed it. Mostly it was a mysterious item that received new buttons and seldom lost them.

Think back to your childhood and try to remember if there was any object that captivated your attention.  Write about what it looked like and why it captivated you.  You'll enjoy the trip down memory lane and your descendants will have another way to get to know you better.


  1. Great post that jogs happy memories for me. I have a lovely old button collection among my many favorite family keepsakes.

  2. This was a very good idea, so I do referr to you and link to you in tomorrows blog

  3. I have a box of buttons that I use for my daughter's math program, and she loves them. Isn't it amazing how such simple things can continue to delight?

  4. What a great post. It has made me smile and smile. Mother had a button box that had the same captivating affect one me as yours did.

    I think that mother inherited her button box from her mother. It was a large round metal box that was light blue with white filigree vines on it. I see it in my mind at this moment. I spent many hours in that button box. First as a play thing and then later (when mother was teaching me to sew) to find the perfect buttons for our project. Some of the "old" buttons would still have a bit of cloth and thread attached after being cut and saved from a garment that was finally being relegated to the rag bin. Nothing was thrown away by these women who lived through the Depression.

    I have loved thinking about "momma's button box" today and just wanted to tell you so