Scott Anthony
: Dad's mulligan stew

By Scott Anthony

My dad is what you’d call an optimist. He can usually find something good about nearly any situation. He talks of growing up during the depression with fondness, even though he and his family sometimes didn't have enough to eat. One of his favorite maxims is one that his own father used to shout across the room from time to time. ‘If the wolf comes to the door, invite him in, we’ll have him for supper!’

For me, this is an important thing to remember, because I cannot think of any days when I have truly gone hungry.

While there have been difficult days, and hard work to do, I don't think 
the majority of people who were born in this country after the depression years have had to deal with something as basic as the lack of sustenance and the crush of a severely faltering economy.

Dad tells me stories about fetching horse apples from the street where the 
junk man had passed to give to their mother for her prized rose garden. The 
days when his family of 8 had to survive on government cheese and hand outs 
from neighbors. He recognized even then that they were better off than 
others: they had a house to live in.

He had one story that I like to think about where he met a hobo down by the 
river outside of Portland. The hobo said, 'Say, sonny, you want some 
mulligan stew?.. I make the best in the world!’

If this story was reported today, the ending could easily have been tragic, 
but this was the 30's and there were so many more individuals out there who 
were truly, simply down on their luck. My Dad, at 10 years old, responded 
enthusiastically and the man said, 'Ok..go fetch a potato, a carrot, and an onion and meet me back here.'

Dad ran home, on a mission now, and dug a potato and a carrot from the side garden, inside the house, he found an onion in the pantry. He ran back down to river where the hobo had prepared a small cooking fire with a can of water bubbling away on top. Dad watched as the man deftly carved up the vegetables and dumped them into the water. He produced a small shaker of seasonings and a spoon and stirred in the contents.The stew was done in a few moments. According to Dad, the hobo was true to his word. This was the best mulligan stew he’d ever tasted.

 The neat part of the story for me is that the innocence, the trust was here and it 
made for life lessons for my Dad that he never forgot and ones that he 
passed on in his business dealings and in teaching his sons. 
Make do what you can get your hands on.

Do not instantly distrust everyone, give them a chance.
Be nice to people, you could learn something.

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