by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 21, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“My name is Wren, and I am eight years old. I like wearing capes and pretending to be a bat and that I can fly. Or I pretend that I am a Ninja. I have another cape with my name on it. I live in Massachusetts and we have been here for a few months while my dad works. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 20, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“The name of my balloon is Pondemonium. I live in Colorado and have been ballooning for thirty years. I had three teenage boys and was beginning to think I couldn’t do anything right. My life was all about boys. I needed my own thing. I started crewing for a hot...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 16, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I am sixth generation of born and raised in New Orleans. I have lived there my whole life. I went to Springhill College in Mobile for my undergraduate degree. I have wanted to come to Joe Cain for 20 years, but normally I would be doing Bacchus, one of the biggest...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 15, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“We are the Pelican Girls. In 1704, Fort Louis at Twenty-Seven Mile Bluff was full of young, French soldiers who were harassing the native women. Bienville wrote to the king asked him to send nice young women to marry the men. They scoured the orphanages and found 23...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 14, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Florence, across the river from Muscle Shoals. I went to Auburn and majored in beer and girls. It turns out that Auburn didn’t offer that major. I quit school and went home for a few months. My aunt taught at the University of South Alabama. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 13, 2021 | A Southern Soul
“We were throwing beads on the lowest branch of my oak tree with friends to decorate for Yardi Gras. I am an artist and started thinking that we could donate a dollar per strand of beads people throw on the branch and turn this into something good for charity. My...
