by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 1, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Bayou DuLarge south of Houma. We had little traps and caught crawfish in ditches. I have two brothers and we took out the boat to go fishing whenever we wanted. One morning, we got in before daylight and daylight never came. We got caught in a bad...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 30, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“We lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but my father passed and my mother moved us back to her home to Jackson, Mississippi. We played with white kids at an early age. They came to our yards and we went to theirs, but there was an unwritten rule that we...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 26, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“Phillip was like Santa Claus. He had a sad childhood and I was an only child of affluent people. We met and had the most fun. We were married for 53 years and had six children. We were a military family and traveled everywhere. If anything went wrong, he was there to...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 25, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I love you and miss you dearly. I’ll be home soon and I promise not to leave you again. With all my love. Billie Da Kidd” The note was attached to a bag filled with art supplies, a doll, and a Darth Vader game. Gifts for the children of Billie Da...
by Lynn Oldshue | Dec 24, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I am Santa 365 days a year. I love making someone smile and laugh and have a brief moment where they forget about reality. It may take them to a time of joy when they were seven years old, but you can see it in their eyes. I was at the Grand Hotel this morning...
