Objects & memory—the mind in flight

September 14 | 2020

I can no longer remember where I acquired the trio of buttons shown here. What I do recall is that I rediscovered them while writing my memoir, The Smallest Objective. In my mind, the buttons have become inseparable from my aunt Carol—the leading lady of the chapter “Lake Patzcuaro” and an early adopter of travel by plane in the late 1950s. The buttons have more recently assumed a further meaning—the yearning for take-off during these months of coronavirus. One day, I hope, this association, too, will be relegated to memory. During September, World Alzheimer’s Month, please remember those for whom the fullness of recall is permanently out of reach. 



Flying buttons