by Lynn Oldshue | May 7, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I was a union pipe welder and retired. I have been driving school buses for five years. It is my way of giving back. It’s a shame, but a lot of kids don’t get the training they need at home. I try to teach the little I can while they are with me....
by Lynn Oldshue | May 6, 2020 | A Southern Soul
If a tornado’s call sounds like freight trains and bees, humankind’s response sounds like growling, determined power saws.” Nine years ago today, I wrote down this line from a story in the New York Times about a family losing everything in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 6, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“Our parents knew each other from mission trips to Honduras. We grew up together. We dated off and own, but were consistent over the last five years. In my wallet is the barrette she gave me for good luck in a soccer game when we were 12 years old. I knew then I was...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 5, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Mobile and started working in restaurants when I was 18. I thought I was going to school for music, but that didn’t go my way, so I went to culinary school. I worked at Ox in Fairhope and opened Cereal Killer with a friend when a spot opened at The...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 4, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I worked at Ruby Tuesday for almost 20 years. First at the Foley store, then Fairhope. It was my life. I did anything and everything in the kitchen and I was the salad bar guy. I worked 40 hours a week and took the bus to work every day. $2.50 each way for the first...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 3, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I was about 12 when I picked up a clarinet for the first time because I liked the way the case looked. I joined the band and was last chair all year long. My parents were going through a bitter divorce. As their problems became worse, I retreated into the clarinet....
