by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 18, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I was the head night shift nurse at Good Samaritan, a Catholic hospital in Selma. On Thursday, February 18, 1965, I got a call saying that a young man from Marion had been shot by an Alabama state trooper during a protest, and they were bringing him in. The young man...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 14, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up on this land in Copperhill, Tennessee. It was a village of poor folks who worked for the copper mining company. The company cut down all of the trees, then acid rain killed the rest of the vegetation. The only thing left was the red copper hills. It...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 11, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“We finally opened Jefe Paleta. My cousin, Caesar, and I grew up working in our family’s Mexican restaurants in Mobile. We dreamed for years of having our own restaurant selling paletas—Mexican popsicles filled with fruit and flavors. Paletas are street...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 6, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I graduated from State in 1973. I was a Lambda Chi, and we were there for the beginning of Left Field Lounge. It was a few years before Coach Ron Polk arrived, and Dudy Noble looked like a high school ballpark. I parked my Volkswagen van with the other cars by...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 5, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I’m the Candyman. I’ve been giving candy out at Mississippi State games for 22 years. Two years ago, the baseball team was getting stomped by Ole Miss, and we started the Power of the Fireball rally with Fireball candy. We came back and won. The Power of the...
