by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 26, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I was born around the corner in Midnight, Mississippi. My name was supposed to be Salvador. It’s a Mexican name. At that time people couldn’t read or write very well. The midwife misspelled Salvador and wrote down Savage Joe, so that’s my...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 25, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“My name is Laverne, but when I was young some old lady called me Jim. It stuck. My relatives call me Sis Jim. I was born in Sweetwater, Alabama. My daddy was a cotton farmer. He could have sold his cotton for 90 cents a pound, but he wanted a dollar. In 1929, the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 22, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“We’re writing things that we want to let go of in these plates, then we’re smashing them.” “I’m letting go of a boy I used to date. We were friends and it got awkward.” “I’m letting go of my expectations that some...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 18, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Senatobia, MS. I played high school football and broke a lot of records. But I was hanging with the wrong guys. I messed up and went to Parchman Prison when I was 17. My father was never around. I’m not going to blame my mistakes on him, but...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 13, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I was homeless with my daughters and lived in shelters in New York and Mobile. My father had prostate cancer. I wanted my daughters, Ikea and Hania, to know their grandfather, and I didn’t want him living in New York alone. I packed our bags and we went...
