by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 29, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“We were farm people in north Alabama. My dad raised chickens and cows, and I was a tomboy and grew up working on the farm. I picked up dead chickens, fed cows and helped fix fences. We lived in a small town where you loved your neighbor as yourself. I also...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 28, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I’ve had a lot of loss the past few years. My dad died of COVID in January. My mom passed away two years before that. They were married for 48 years and only had to spend one Valentine’s Day apart. Both of them were teachers. My mom saw the people...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 22, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I’ve treated Coronavirus patients in the ICU since day one. It’s been a whirlwind. In the beginning, we had no idea what we were doing. We were short on supplies and knowledge and MacGyvered our way through, just figuring it out. We didn’t...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 21, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I should be dead. In the middle of the night, my stepmother wrapped my head in sheets and banged me against the wall. I was 12 years old and she put me in a coma for five days. I had head injuries from that. I woke up to them saying you’re not going back to...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 17, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“Mu friend Richard Hamilton was furloughed at the start of the COVID when the store he works for shut down. He started making masks for the community because the only place to get masks at the beginning of the pandemic was from local crafters with sewing...
