by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 25, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“This is our second hot meal in 11 days. The first one was yesterday. We have been living off sandwiches, chips and whatever was in the cabinet so we changed our whole route and day to be here today to get a hot meal. Some of my guys completely lost their place....
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 24, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I am the local president of the League of Women Voters and were going to have parties to the polls. Half of my members don’t have homes. We are still educating about this election because it is needed even more with the confusion from the hurricane. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 23, 2018 | A Southern Soul
The signs of Hurricane Michael start in Pensacola. Red gas tanks and cases of water packed on trailers and yellow “out of service bags” wrapped around pumps at gas stations. Vans for recovery teams and an 18 wheeler for Feeding the Gulf Coast drive east on I-10. ...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 23, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“Come break bread with us. We have been trying to feed everyone. None of us in our neighborhood knew each other and we were on our own. Now we are helping each other. It has been amazing to see God’s presence in this trailer park the last four days compared to...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 22, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“A hurricane sounds like a lot of locomotives. You can write that down and put it in the Bible. FEMA is coming tomorrow. I hope they give me a place to stay and help rebuild my house. Do you want to buy this? I will sell it to you cheap. I grew up in this house...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 21, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up on eggshells my whole life. I never felt safe in my own home from the time I could barely walk until I divorced by my first husband. The fear and started with my father. When I was 18, the guy I loved with all of my heart was killed in Vietnam and my...
