by Lynn Oldshue | May 3, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“My parents divorced when I was four. I went to St. Andrew’s School in Jackson through the eighth grade. It was becoming increasingly difficult for my mother to work full-time to support us, get me to cheerleader practice, and keep all of the balls in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 2, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I’ll be 90 on August 3. My first memory is of a woman standing in a doorway. Her skin color was beautiful. It was like coffee with cream in it. She wore a long dress that was muted in color. It had probably been washed a lot. My mother called her and she said,...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 1, 2021 | A Southern Soul
Gene: “My granddad walked here from Water Valley driving a few cows. It was probably just after the year 1900. His brother bought a little piece of land on the Sunflower River and told my granddad to come down. They cleared the land with a chopping ax and a handsaw....
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 30, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“My name is Robert. I’m 80 and was born in July, but I never kept up with the date. I grew up in Phillipp. It’s by Clarksdale and one of those little towns that were once all around. Shepherdtown was close to here, but they shut it down. There were...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 29, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“Savana loved people and loved to laugh. Her face was covered in freckles. She played a game of plucking them from her skin and placing them on mine. In sixth grade Savana made Valentines for her class. On the back of the card for the girl who bullied her,...
