by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 20, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up poor, one of seven children, in a family of farmers and fishers in rural Florida. We lived in a small village of 52 people and they were my relatives. My mother was a day maid. She rode with a relative 20 miles a day to an upper middle class white...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 19, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“My parents were first generation children of immigrants from Europe. Their parents came to the United States with nothing but ambition and dreams. They had no money, no formal education. One of the main opportunities available to them was being a merchant or...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 18, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up by the bridge. My dad worked for the railroad. They took the wheels off cabooses, placed them on cement and turned them into housing units. Five families lived there and that is where we grew up. The slab of cement is still there. People were living...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 15, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in the Bottom when Davis Avenue was flourishing with shops. Ella’s Barbeque, Best Grill, Babe’s Hotdogs stand and Craig’s Bakery. That bakery was by Central High School with the best cinnamon rolls. We got one before school each...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 13, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Orange Grove, one of the first housing projects in the country. Teachers, nurses, lawyers, and doctors lived there. You could hear the trains running from GM&O and sounds from the steel plant at all times of the day or night. We lived close to...
