by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 8, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I’ve wanted to be in the military since I was six. An Army veteran talked at our school; I wanted to do what he did. He told me I would change my mind. I was like, ‘Probably not.’ Joining the Army seemed selfless and a way to give back. I was supposed to do that. My...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 7, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“This produce department is my happy spot. It’s usually the first or second stop when a customer comes in. I want produce to be your best experience in the whole store. If you feel good here, the rest of your experience should be good. I was a territory rep for a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 1, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“We’re part of the Alba High School Class of 1972. We’ve known each other for over fifty years; some of us were in the first grade together. We had fun in high school. We’d go to the Red Barn across the Mississippi state line and buy beer, taking care of...
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...
