by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 23, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“We use the sold-out sign almost every week at the Fried Pieper. It’s crazy. I didn’t grow up cooking or making pies. This happened because I went through postpartum depression with my son, Lincoln. I had a C-section, and he was in the NICU for the first twelve...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 17, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I went into law to destroy everything segregated I could find. I got involved in the Gomillion v. Lightfoot case because people in Macon County, AL had been trying to get the right to vote since the early forties. Unlike most Black Belt counties, Tuskegee had two...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 17, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Ten years of Bob’s Downtown Diner. There was a time I didn’t think we would make it past the second year. This restaurant has changed me. Made me appreciate people and their values. I never chased a dime, but I chased loyalty. Going after relationships and connecting...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 11, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Everyone calls me Boogar. I had pneumonia when I was born and was in the hospital for two months. When my parents took me to church, Mr Wilber Harpole–who sat two rows in front of my parents every Sunday for my entire life–said I was a ‘tuff little Boogar.’ Everyone...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 10, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I turn 97 in April. I grew up in Everett, Washington, and got my social security card and first job when I was ten to help my family during the Depression. I worked in the back of a market, cutting up meat to make ground beef. Made ten cents an hour working ten hours...
