by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 11, 2019 | A Southern Soul
I grew up during the Depression. Dad was gone and we didn’t have money. We put cardboard in the holes in the souls of our shoes. I swept the floors of a grocery store and they gave me scraps of meat to take home to my family. If I didn’t work or there were...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 10, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I am going to be 92. I am like the little boy who says, I am three, but I am going to be four next year. I was born in Mobile. When I was a kid, Airport Blvd was a swamp. Old Shell road was a shell road. I went to West End Methodist Church. It was called West...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 9, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in 1920 on a farm in Belle Plane, Wisconsin. There was no doctor so my father delivered all 12 of his children. I grew up in a German community. I could only speak German when I started school in our one-room schoolhouse. I had so much trouble learning...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 8, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I am 92. I left home when I was 16 years old and went to work in the textile mills with my sister and her husband. I joined the Navy in ’44. I went to boot camps and was sent by train to California. It took us five days. I served in the Pacific aboard a patrol...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 7, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“June 6, 1944, is a day I will never forget. I wasn’t scared because I didn’t have time to be. It was hot in the tanks that were being transported for D-Day by boat. The Germans kept shooting and shooting and there were pools of blood everywhere. The Germans...
