by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 28, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“My horse’s name is Rascal. I started riding horses when I was seven. My grandaddy had a horse, but it threw him. That’s how he died. I couldn’t mention the word horse for a couple of years, but I would sneak and ride. My mother finally gave in. I’m a member of Port...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 24, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I’m an old retired guy living my best life. I was in the Marines for 20 years; then I got my PhD in computer science. When I retired from the University of South Alabama, I picked the guitar up again. My daddy bought me a guitar when I was eight. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 16, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Justin: “I moved to Mobile from Mississippi and didn’t know anyone. I got into a Mardi Gras organization and immediately made new friends with people that I love, and they love me. We’re a small family. I’m not in the organization anymore, but they...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 9, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up on the prison grounds at Parchman Prison in Mississippi. My dad was a warden, and my mom was a nurse. A few trusted female inmates kept my brothers, sisters, and me while our parents worked. These inmates lived in a bunkhouse behind our home, and sometimes,...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 8, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Baseball gloves needed We shared Rev. Willie Burns’ story a few months ago and readers and organizations donated gloves to help kids attending his 1st Pitch baseball camp in April. They just need 15 more gloves to be ready for all of the kids: 6 left-handed and 9...
