by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 19, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up on my family’s farm in Kemper County, Mississippi, and I could teach a class in Farmboy Engineering. If I was in the hayfield and the tractor broke down with a storm coming, there was no time to go to town and get a part. I had to be innovative and use what...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 17, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“‘I want to be a cartoonist’ is the weirdest thing an eight-year-old could tell his father at the dinner table. My dad looked at me and said, ‘You’re going to be the best one ever.’ That was the best answer he could have given me. I grew up in Georgia while...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 16, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I tried to be a street boy in Cleveland, MS; my lips should be black from all of the marijuana I smoked. My mama cried when she found marijuana in our house, so I quit cold turkey. I think in the shower and sometimes realize I could be taking that shower in prison. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 11, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“My parents followed a farmer who gave my dad a job, and we went from town to town. I was born in Indiana then my parents moved to Arkansas and eventually to Yazoo City. There wasn’t much money in farm labor, so our Christmas was a family meal together. A man...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 10, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“When I was in school, I didn’t know I had a learning disability. Teachers knew very little about disabilities in the 60’s. I didn’t want to be seen, called on, or picked on. I tried to hide and didn’t cause problems, and the teachers kept passing...
