I’ve just read Constance Rutherford’s article about her beloved buttons (“Bag of Buttons” November/December 2023).
I also have buttons. I used to keep them in a large cookie tin, which ultimately fell apart in our Hawaiian salty sea air. It passed from my great-grandmother Amabelle, to my grandmother Charlotte, to my mother Beatrice, to me. Now my daughter, Lahela, may claim them for herself and her sons, Kale and Waiale, Amabelle’s great-great-great-grandsons. The buttons were recently used to make sock puppets.
They were added to with each generation, and according to my mom, it was a large collection when Amabelle owned it, a gift from even earlier generations. These buttons have seen so much, even when Hawai‘i was an independent monarchy (1783, oh my).
Mahalo, GRIT, for reminding us, through…