by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 19, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I was kicked out of my house and on the streets when I was 18. I was a rebellious child seeking the love I was never given. I didn’t have any money so I did what I had to do to eat and live so I became a dancer. At first, it was the best choice for me because I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 17, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“We grew up in Buckatunna. He is 79 and the oldest man in this town.” “I am sweet 79. I have repented and I hang out at the church and sit here with my friends. Start the year off with Jesus Christ. If you have him, you have something. I am not...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 16, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“We are sisters raising our great-grandchildren together. I just turned 72. “I will be 62 in April.” “It is just like being a mother. The children are without one of the parents. They live with me. We come from nine siblings and accustomed to having crowds on our...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 15, 2019 | A Southern Soul
1954. Ten years after D-Day and the invasion of Normandy. Ten years before Freedom Summer and the British invasion. I learned about 1954 after picking that year and reading headlines from the front page of every edition, from January through December, of The...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 15, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“My grandmama raised me. We didn’t have much coming up, but we had a close family and loved each other. My grandmother had odds and ends jobs, but she made it work. We were raised on greens and beans. She couldn’t afford to take us to the doctor, so she...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 14, 2019 | A Southern Soul
“I have worked here about ten weeks. I needed a job and saw the sign about hiring. I said to myself, ‘O Lord, no.’ But the starting pay is $9 an hour. That is better than minimum wage. Nothing is beneath me. I was an automotive technician before this. I...
