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Where People Dress Porch Geese in Seasonal Outfits

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My mother dressed my older brother and me in identical outfits as though we were twins, and many people thought we were. I loved my brother so I didn't mind. Why our mother did it is a mystery to me even now, but lots about her is a mystery. At least she didn't dress porch geese, or any other concrete creatures, in seasonal outfits. But that's not to say we didn't have a lawn ornament, because we did. It was a lawn jockey. Yes, one of those. He held a lantern that would illuminate at night. According to legend, at one time lawn jockeys were used to help escaping slaves on the underground railroad. Sure. Porch geese, twin outfits, or lawn jockeys, parents can find never ending ways to embarrass their children.

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I grew up in Chicago and never saw this, but Chicago is very different from what most people mean when they say "the Midwest". One of my neighbors in Arlington, VA does do this, however.

The Chicago suburbs have many lawn geese. In my experience they are unadorned most of the year, but during the holidays they often sport tasteful Christmas scarves and hats.

Both my grandmothers did this. They thought it was cute. Better than dressing a live animal in outfits. Plus, it was one of the little things that set the seasons apart. We lived outdoors most of the time, and the seasons had real meaning for us, meaning that people who spend most of their time in air conditioned houses and offices can't fully appreciate. This was part of it. In the spring you planted and dressed the goose in a rain jacket; in the fdall you harvested and dressed the goose like a pumpkin.

Such is life in Trump America.

Meanwhile, the last chess shop in New York City closes its doors.

I would retag this as History, since it is written as a story about a tradition that peaked in the 90's.

Lived in MI my whole life. Never heard of this practice.

At least The Atlantic is getting out of the bubble and into the heartland. Next week: Those lawn ornaments that look like a pair of female buttocks

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