Ann sang, "Loop, loop, loop," a melodious refrain!
She whistled, and smiled, and called each by name:
"Now, Phyllis! Now, Lavadna! I'll not forget Sheri!
On Angela! On Rhonda! Your rugs look so merry!"
To the top of the hook! To the top of the awl!
Now hook away! Hook away! Hook away, all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Pieces of fabrics looped in and out, through and through, by and by;
Each planned their designs, mighty and true;
Primitive and simple, beautiful, too.
This one is Ann's; wonder what it will be;
When it's finished, it's one we'd all love to see.
Some commemorate a special event;
This story rug is about a very special gent,
Her grandmother recalls the bright blue morn,
With the menfolk at church doing their part when he was born;
The bells rang loud and clear at Friends Church that day,
She was in labor, and certainly not at play;
Ann's dad came into the world in West Union, Illinois,
A beautiful, bouncing, brand new baby boy!
Now, here's a family heirloom Lavadna had help with,
For her granddaughter drew the primitive motif;
With a wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Lavadna created a family heirloom from what her granddaughter did.
She transferred the pattern, and went straight to her work,
Cut the fabrics and pulled them thru the substrate with a jerk,
Now and forever, this rug will be,
Treasured by her entire family.
And here she is, once again,
Showing off her rug. Look at her grin!
She sprang from her chair, she may even have whistled;
A bold and colorful array of flowers, into a rug she did chisel.
The day of rug hooking was done,
They gathered their materials and reminisced of their fun;
The ladies exclaimed, as they drove out of sight—
“Happy rug hooking to all, and to all a good night!”
Photos courtesy of Lois Metzger.
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