Buckingham Lace
Sussanah,my great grandma,times three,a pillow puffed up on her knee;with
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair,daily shaped their homespun ware.In such
humble women,cottage-tied,a rare and dextrous art did reside.Fashioned
out,stitch by stitch,pillowed lace in patterns rich.Tinkling bobbins with bewildering
skill,inch by inch grew the intricate frill.Twisting threads in pairs and
groups,knitted together with interlocking loops.An established craft of world
renown grew around this county town.Plain or decorative old point lace,a lost
rural industry of which there's no longer a trace.
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