Like blossomy egg yolks, I look at these buttons and see a tiny flock of Bakelite nestlings. These buttons come from an antique shop in Leavenworth, Kansas. I passed on them during my first visit last year and then wished I'd snatched them up. Six months later, by some miracle, they were still up for grabs. So I bagged these birdies, lickety-split! These are some all-American buttons, straight out of the Midwest, like rustic survivors from the Dust Bowl era of the early 1930's.