by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 5, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“My wife died in April. We were married for 72 years. I am 95 years old. I grew up in upstate New York during the Depression. My father lost everything in 1930, including the house. We moved to New York City into a cold apartment. There was no hot water so we...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 4, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“My great-grandfather Phillips ran a tobacco shop in a little town near Charles Dickens’ home in England. Dickens made a daily stroll to the shop to buy tobacco and gossip. My grandfather overheard Dickens say he had some Americans coming to have breakfast with...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 3, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“Both of my parents were children of ministers and knew how to make money stretch. Every Saturday we had baked beans and butter for supper. Shoes were expensive and everyone’s shoes were worn through. You slapped the sole of your shoe before you stood on it. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 2, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I always had an affinity for art but didn’t take classes until college at Bishop State with Mary Elizabeth Kimbrough and Lydia Host. They helped me to see I have talent. I was going to school for nursing but my grandpa got sick. I quit school to take care of my...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 1, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“My boyfriend’s tattoo says, “We will always have each other.” Mine says, “When everyone else is gone.” We were at dinner and he asked if our relationship could make it. I said, I think so. We are good together and neither one of us...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 31, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I turned 19 today. I am going to a Halloween party and my sister wanted to dress up with me because she is too old to trick or treat. We have had a few weird looks and compliments. It makes our mom happy seeing us do things together like this.” “I...
