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| The other night I was thinking of washday as a child, I had one sure fire job when they come around. My mother was a great seamstress, and she would make all my brothers, sister and myself's clothes. She only taught me to sew on buttons, I really wanted to learn more, and after every washday I knew what I would be doing, sewing on buttons for 5 brothers. (My sister is eleven years older than me and had finished her button sewing days. She had also finished school and moved away to work.) Don't know why but I never was missing any, maybe that's why I am so smart today.........lol. Here is my version of button sewing day..... Buttons, buttons in my life Some are pink, some are white. Some are round, some are square Some are gone that use to be there. Buttons threaded through the eyes, Some even wore a disguise. Colorful stripes, stars and dots Long ones with great big slots. My mother kept them in a jar, To find one, she didn’t look far. After wash day she would collect And place them in among the sets. The only sewing that I can do, Is replacing buttons, How ‘bout you? Needle and thread always handy, She would always have a dandy. Put this one on Donnie’s shirt The one he wears when he flirts. This one goes on Larry’s I guess, But please, don’t make a mess. Here is one for Buddy’s pants, Not to close, it will fit scant. Junior’s shirt needs this one Sew it tight, he’s really missing some. Finally, this one is Myrl’s He will need it, with that girl!! Button day has come to an end, Until, wash day comes again. Written by Shirley Barr February 27, 2006 All Rights Reserved |
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| MUSIC: 'FLIP, FLOP AND BOP SEQUENCED BY DON CARROLL |
