A short personal essay from The New Republic in which the narrator describes her elderly, illiterate immigrant grandmother in a New York flat, who weaves lace on a small shuttle. The grandmother tells how two foreign strangers sheltered in her Russian village one winter taught her mother the lace pattern. The narrator concludes the men were stragglers from Napoleon's army in 1812, while the grandmother has never heard of Napoleon and cares only that the lace is unique to her region.