by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 29, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“Savana loved people and loved to laugh. Her face was covered in freckles. She played a game of plucking them from her skin and placing them on mine. In sixth grade Savana made Valentines for her class. On the back of the card for the girl who bullied her,...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 29, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“We moved to Midnight from Water Valley when I was five. My dad worked for International Harvester. We lived in a big two-story house in the center of town. It was so pretty. There were other girls around for playmates, and we played cowboys and Indians in my...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 28, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up on a rural farm in the hills of Mississippi. We were a one-store community located about 15 miles outside of Duck Hill. I graduated from Duck Hill High School with 18 people in my class. My dad farmed the land that was originally owned by my grandfather. He...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 27, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I’m 97 years old. I grew up in Schlater, Mississippi on my granddaddy’s farm on the Quiver River. My granddaddy owned 80 acres, and my dad and uncle farmed it. I helped them clear the land. We poisoned the trees so they would die and fall. We plowed...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 26, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I was born around the corner in Midnight, Mississippi. My name was supposed to be Salvador. It’s a Mexican name. At that time people couldn’t read or write very well. The midwife misspelled Salvador and wrote down Savage Joe, so that’s my...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 25, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“My name is Laverne, but when I was young some old lady called me Jim. It stuck. My relatives call me Sis Jim. I was born in Sweetwater, Alabama. My daddy was a cotton farmer. He could have sold his cotton for 90 cents a pound, but he wanted a dollar. In 1929, the...
