In 2010 I bought a jar of buttons at a local opp shop. In it I found this string of buttons. It was quite tangled so I pulled it apart and carefully placed them as I undid them so I could restring them in exactly the same manner.
I guess some young child had played with Grandma’s button tin and maybe on a rainy day had fun threading them. If they could only speak they could tell me who, when and where they were done. Anyway I have them now with a label on them to explain their story; just a little memory of Social History.