by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 31, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Seen my share of Broken halos Folded wings that used to fly They’ve all gone Wherever they go Broken halos that used to shine Don’t go looking For the reasons Don’t go asking Jesus why We’re not meant to know the answers They belong to the by...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 25, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Irene: “My family has been on this land in Baldwin County for generations. Out here, you were either a fisherman or a farmer. Everything was water and farmland. There was no traffic, and we rode our horses to the bay. That’s not doable now. It’s hard watching things...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 24, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I worked in the oil field for six or seven years, but around 2017 the industry went to poop. There wasn’t enough work, and I got laid off. I started working odd jobs around Fairhope and fell into music. This is the first guitar I ever bought. Paid for it with...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 23, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Working on this week’s Our Southern Souls Sunday newsletter. If you’d like to have this weekend’s stories delivered straight to your inbox on Sunday morning, click here. There will also be a couple of flashback stories and bonus bits that are only in the newsletter....
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 18, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Holley: “Only one person can have a ‘poopie day,’ and that’s me. I dressed up as Spookie Dookie a month ago. Now, if I’m having a bad day, I put on this costume and ride around Fairhope in my golf cart with Rick Rick, handing out poop stickers and telling people to...
