Your guess is as good as mine
The lad came home late last night, after a cross country meet and the victory celebration/dinner afterwards—so I was not up and at ‘em when he walked through the door and dropped his gear on the sofa in the living room. Where it still sat this morning.
Out of the corner of my eye, a scrap of fabric in the lad’s duffel bag registered the thought, “This doesn’t belong.”
Upon closer examination, I’d say it’s a rather incongruous pairing. What the heck is that doing in there? I can’t wait to hear this story.
LOL, I can’t wait for this one!
Posted by justme on 09/15/05 at 09:31 AM
Okay, the plot thickens. Part of the seam along the back of the goose is opened. Inside the goose are some lollipops stuck in and hidden within the stuffing. Maybe this is the goose that laid a golden egg or two? I’m super curious now.
It looks like something you’d find in a colonial house, no? I think my grandmother had one for a bed decoration or something. It looks hilarious in a duffel bag!
Well, I still haven’t seen the lad long enough to inquire where it came from and what it’s for. But, yes, I think they were quite popular in the mid to late 80s. I got one as a housewarming gift around that time. The dog eventually chewed it up, which was a shame. It was kind of pretty, made of a charcoal grey wool with a red grosgrain ribbon around his neck.
The goose is TRADITION. No idea who started it or how long ago, but the lad is now the keeper of the goose. After each meet he gets to stuff it with sweets and all team members dig around in the stuffing to pull out something yummy. That’s all. Just tradition. Although I’d suggest that sometimes tradition is another name for superstition and they don’t dare mess with it...just in case.
LOL. When I went there we had a similar tradition. I can’t remember what the dang animal was though! Ya, I think I partied to much.
Posted by justme on 09/16/05 at 10:28 AM
At least a stuffed one is easier to keep than a real animal. When I was in high school we had a real bulldog as our mascot who showed up everywhere we went. He belonged to someone in town who graciously loaned him out to whichever team was having a game/meet/etc.
Much easier to squash a stuffed animal in a duffel bag. 
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