by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 13, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I enlisted when I was 17 so I could have a choice of where I served. Otherwise, I would have been drafted and sent where they told me to go. They let me stay home until the day after Christmas in 1944, then sent me to San Diego. The ship was not ready and they...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 12, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I enlisted when I was 21, the week before the draft office would have grabbed me. I became a bomber pilot and had never seen a plane. My brother was drafted and with drafting they dropped requirements way down. He wore glasses so the put him in the tank corps....
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 11, 2019 | A Southern Soul
I grew up during the Depression. Dad was gone and we didn’t have money. We put cardboard in the holes in the souls of our shoes. I swept the floors of a grocery store and they gave me scraps of meat to take home to my family. If I didn’t work or there were...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 10, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I am going to be 92. I am like the little boy who says, I am three, but I am going to be four next year. I was born in Mobile. When I was a kid, Airport Blvd was a swamp. Old Shell road was a shell road. I went to West End Methodist Church. It was called West...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 9, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in 1920 on a farm in Belle Plane, Wisconsin. There was no doctor so my father delivered all 12 of his children. I grew up in a German community. I could only speak German when I started school in our one-room schoolhouse. I had so much trouble learning...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 8, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I am 92. I left home when I was 16 years old and went to work in the textile mills with my sister and her husband. I joined the Navy in ’44. I went to boot camps and was sent by train to California. It took us five days. I served in the Pacific aboard a patrol...
