by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 6, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“My house burned down on September 17. Something woke me up, and I saw the smoke. The fire spread so fast, but I got out in time. My parents had that house in Fairhope for twenty-four years; now I live there by myself. I lost almost everything. It hasn’t hit me, yet....
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 5, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I played in the Toy Bowl Classic in the Civic Center in 1966. They hauled red clay in for the field. No grass. Just marked lines on the clay. Landing on the ground didn’t hurt. We were in grade school and thought we were tough. I played halfback. Caught the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 29, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Elania: “Liliana lives in Crestview, Florida, and I live in Sacramento, CA. I’m a hovering mom. She told me she doesn’t need me, but when my child is by herself with no place to go in a hurricane, I have to help her get away from harm. Right now, it looks okay....
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 22, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“My grandfather’s name was James Haskell Lewis. But everybody called him ‘Hack.’ I heard someone describe him as ‘wild enough to shoot at.’ But he loved his family and never said a cross word to us–would give us the shirt off his back. But if you weren’t family...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Eight years ago, I played in a show with Abe Partridge. I didn’t know Abe back then, but at the end of the show, he told me, ‘Stop singing other people’s songs. Sing your own.’ I didn’t listen to him back then. My band, Camm Lewis and the Live...
