by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 23, 2017 | A Southern Soul
First time I have ever taken a story submitted like this, but it is so inspiring that I had to share it, just as she sent it. I watched some of her videos and she believes languages breaks down walls and connects people. If I was in Charlotte, NC this is a story I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 22, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“We feed the hungry Monday through Friday with my church. We have been doing it 3 or 4 months. Feeding the hungry is in the Bible and our pastor preaches about it. We are from the AME Zion church and started a program to feed them. We give them a bag lunch of a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 21, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“I have had this since 1982. I bought it on a whim. I had some nice Italian brass saxes with mother-of-pearl key button inlays. I got in trouble with my ex-wife. When I got off work sometimes I didn’t want to go home so I went and played on the streets of...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 20, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“I am 91. Carrying oxygen is miserable. Each cannister only gives me two hours of oxygen and the chord is too easy to trip over. It is what I get for smoking. I gave it up 60 years ago and still have COPD. My husband smoked and had a cigarette the day he died in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 19, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“We were born in Hungary. Grew up in Australia, then moved to California, New York, Washington D.C., Houston and moved to Fairhope eight years ago. We just bought a house.” “We can’t seem to stay in one place.” “1956 was the...
