by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 23, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Drew, Mississippi. My dad died when I was four years old, and my mother raised me. She was a school teacher and a businesswoman with a lot of energy. She’d go after anything. She took the insurance from my dad’s death and bought a 400-acre farm in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 13, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I remember wanting to be an artist in fifth grade. I later worked for a Mardi Gras float builder making float sculptures out of paper mache, but I didn’t embrace being an artist until I became an activities specialist for Mobile Parks and Recreation three years ago....
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 12, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“The joke is that everyone in Birmingham is one degree from my phone number. Maybe I come home too much. But I want to pour back into a place that poured into me. Getting on television and cheering on Birmingham and Alabama matters to me. You can’t live in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 11, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“Camilla and I grew up on the same street in Daphne and went to the same church and school. When we met, I was 12, and she was 14 and a half. She was a pretty blonde girl, but girls don’t have much to do with boys who are that much younger. Our love affair got...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 5, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I was 19 and on my way to the Vietnam War when I got a letter from my mother at the mail call: she said my draft notice came in the mail. I told her to write ’em back and tell ’em I’m busy right now. I went into the military because I wasn’t college...
