by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 4, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Joseph: Like any self-respecting Mobilian, we have a closet full of beads. At some point you ask yourself: Do I have a problem here? Can I do something else with these beads besides them going in the sewer? Rachel: Or trade them for doughnuts. We got out the scissors...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 1, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Mandi: I grew up in Mobile and moved to Los Angeles to be an actress–it pulls on your heart to go west and try. I didn’t know anyone and started working as a live-in nanny; I stayed in their cat room. Josh: I was raised in Syracuse, NY. I’m the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 28, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“My horse’s name is Rascal. I started riding horses when I was seven. My grandaddy had a horse, but it threw him. That’s how he died. I couldn’t mention the word horse for a couple of years, but I would sneak and ride. My mother finally gave in. I’m a member of Port...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 24, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I’m an old retired guy living my best life. I was in the Marines for 20 years; then I got my PhD in computer science. When I retired from the University of South Alabama, I picked the guitar up again. My daddy bought me a guitar when I was eight. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 16, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Justin: “I moved to Mobile from Mississippi and didn’t know anyone. I got into a Mardi Gras organization and immediately made new friends with people that I love, and they love me. We’re a small family. I’m not in the organization anymore, but they...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 9, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up on the prison grounds at Parchman Prison in Mississippi. My dad was a warden, and my mom was a nurse. A few trusted female inmates kept my brothers, sisters, and me while our parents worked. These inmates lived in a bunkhouse behind our home, and sometimes,...
