Dear Editor,
I thought you might find this funny.
I lost my button in Eatonton. I realized the bottom button from my favorite dress was missing as I was about to leave Maggie Lane’s with my friends.
So, we all filed back in to look for the button off my special dress. We looked everywhere, but to no avail. Paula, the manager, said she would call if it showed up.
So next, I retraced my steps back to Sips, where the ladies and I had gathered for our weekly coffee before going shopping, but Janie and I could not find it. She promised to keep an eye out.
I then proceeded to a Head Start meeting (accidentally leaving my phone in my car trunk while in said meeting).
When I finally returned home, my husband Gary informed me that he had received messages on his phone for me because I was not answering my phone. And then with that slightly annoyed look in his eye, he replied that he couldn’t get hold of me either. What was wrong with your phone, he asked. But I changed the subject.
Gary told me that Janie called the Georgia Writers Museum to see if I was over there, explaining the situation, which was then recorded by Tess or perhaps a volunteer. The museum’s director, Melissa, forwarded the message to Gary as she was aware of my penchant for phone misplacement. I said to Gary, “That was very sweet of them, wasn’t it?”
“Well, there’s more,” he said. “There was a message from your friend Sandy, whom Janie also contacted,” he said, then handed me his phone. “Oh, honey, just read them yourself; it will be easier that way.”
As I read all the messages, I was so touched at all the people who had participated in trying to find the button of my very special dress. (Did I mention it’s from Sweden?)
Finally, after reading all the messages, both forwarded and direct, I got the gist of it. My button was at Sips. “Where was your phone?” Gary asked. But I changed the subject. We jumped in the car, elated about my button and feeling so loved by the people of Eatonton. I mean, really, whether it’s big or little things, Eatonton solves the problem.
I had a huge smile on my face as I entered Sips. “Oh, there you are, Vicki. I have your button,” said Janie, the owner.
I asked, “Who found my button?” She smiled and said, “The mayor found the button.”
Vicki Bohe-Thackwell Eatonton