by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 29, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“My name is Pablo, but not Picasso. I have been painting for 12 or 13 years. I am 86 years old and I have been a fisherman all my life, just like Hemingway.” Pablo, Havana, Cuba
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 28, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“Feliz año nuevo. Happy New Year my dear.” ————————————————- This begins a series of stories from Cuba. I went there with my family a month ago, and it was my third time to do Souls in Cuba. Ther first two were in 2016 and 2017 after the U.S. lifted some...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 27, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I feel bad for the homeless, and sometimes I cry when I see them. They don’t have anybody and don’t get gifts at Christmas. They are outside in the cold, and when it rains, they get wet. Sometimes they dig through the trash. I saw a homeless man with a dog and got my...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 23, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was blessed with a mama who wanted the best for me; she taught me to do what’s right and to share. Mama didn’t get her high school diploma, but she got her GED the year that I got my bachelor’s degree. I don’t have any biological kids to love and pass down...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 22, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in Bentonia in 1956. My dad was a sharecropper until my parents moved to Yazoo City, then my mother worked for white families like in the movie, The Help. We lived on Brickyard Hill. It’s an economically deprived area, but I called it the metropolis...
