by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 23, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was blessed with a mama who wanted the best for me; she taught me to do what’s right and to share. Mama didn’t get her high school diploma, but she got her GED the year that I got my bachelor’s degree. I don’t have any biological kids to love and pass down...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 22, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in Bentonia in 1956. My dad was a sharecropper until my parents moved to Yazoo City, then my mother worked for white families like in the movie, The Help. We lived on Brickyard Hill. It’s an economically deprived area, but I called it the metropolis...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 21, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in 1920. There were six kids in my family. My daddy nicknamed everyone and called me Sister Sue after a fast racehorse. Daddy was a character—he worked at the telephone company but traded cows and horses on the side. His friend was a butcher, so we always...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 20, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“Swimming at night, it was hard staying on course from Fairhope to Fort Morgan. I got off a couple of times, but when I saw the bottom of the bay on the other side, I knew I was close to shore. I kept the ripples at the same angle and swam in a straighter line. Close...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 19, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I am a professor at Auburn. I started competing in triathlons with running, cycling, and swimming when I was 38. My body said, ‘thou shall stop running.’ I was never a fabulous runner—I’m not even a fabulous swimmer—but I’m stubborn and can go medium for...
