Prequel

This the backstory for anyone who follows this page and isn’t from Nacogdoches.

This is a developing story…the goose was stolen off my porch May 20, 2024.

This was written shortly after The Theft.

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This is Conny’s Silly Goose on her front porch.

She is dressed in her Valentines Day finery.
People who knew and loved Conny also got to know and love seeing this cement goose, with her elaborate seasonal costumes.
Conny did this before most of us even knew what a “Porch Goose” was- (bringing the tradition to us from her northern relatives.)

When Conny left this earthly realm on Valentines Day a few years ago, this Silly Goose became mine and I adored carrying on Conny’s tradition.

Moreover, I found such warmth and healing through all the people who shared how much they also loved seeing her. People talked to me all the time about how they felt about seeing this goose, then conversations usually led to talking about Conny.

We all loved both those Silly Geese.