by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 3, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I play guitar for myself. It is therapy. I started playing in elementary school but I don’t play out yet. I want more of my own material. It is so nerve-wracking putting your music out there and exposing yourself. What if people don’t like it? I have a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 1, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I was one of seven kids. My mom and dad raised us on $350 a week. He was my stepdad and raised us as his own. We had a big garden and ate a lot of beans and rice. Dad is 100 percent blind in one eye and took care of all of us the best he could. I dropped out of...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 28, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“This is the 129th year of the Neshoba County Fair. It started as a way for farmers to get together and trade goods and it grew every year. There are livestock shows and you can still win ribbons for the biggest tomatoes and watermelons. There is also a triathlon....
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 27, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I was born with cerebral palsy. I had a seizure when my mom was pregnant and that affected my right arm. The doctor said I wouldn’t be able to talk or walk but look at me now. It was a miracle. I can kneeboard, tube, and snow ski. People think disabled people...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 26, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“What do you wish your parents understood about you?” (The boy’s version from our Houston youth trip) Sometimes my dad makes deals for me to work that I don’t know about and doesn’t tell me until that day. Let me know ahead of time. Chill out on the...
