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.

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Circus Time

By Georgie Bright Kunkel

One is never too old to be wide eyed at the circus. I found that out when my fellow and I were invited to Teatro ZinZanni recently. Just the thought of going to the circus venue again brought back memories of my childhood when the circus would come to our little town of Chehalis. During the day I could look out the south window in the upstairs of my home and see animals grazing. At night I could see the southern stars. But in the summer there would be the excitement of watching the big circus tent rise, enticing us little town residents to venture out on Riverside Road to experience the wonderful circus acts inside the big top.

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Jerry's View: Never underestimate the power of prayer

My mom was a treasure and very tolerant of my dad's fight with the bottle during the depression. He'd come home many nights in his usual stupor, we kids would help undress him and put him to bed while mother lectured him. I am certain he did not hear a word of it as he would arise early the next morning for breakfast, never remembering much of the events the night before.

He looked around for his bottle, never finding it. We poured it into the open flame of the fire for the thrill of the swoosh and tossed the glass into the garbage.

Although mom lectured, it was never profane. Mostly educational on the dangers of alcohol. As a certified member of the WCTU (Women's Christian Temperance Union) mom strictly forbid herself from even a sip of the cursed fluid. She was influenced by the Reverend Clarence True Wilson, himself a tireless advocate of abstinence. Her devotion may have started there. It was he who married mom and dad in 1904.

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