by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 15, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I am left handed and paint the fingernail on the finger I use the least. It is an icebreaker and a distraction. It is something weird enough to keep the scrutiny away. A little flashbang in the corner. In this line of work of serving people, it works. I never had a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 13, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“This is my great grandparent’s house. When my dad and mom were dating, he said he was moving to Miami for a job, my mom said what about her, and they were married three days later. They moved back and mom’s dad said they could live in this house...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 12, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I got out of basic training and a friend got me a government job in Washington DC at the age of 18. He also had a girlfriend who had a sister. We had a double wedding.” “We have been married for 59 years. We are down here visiting our granddaughter...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 12, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“We found out I had Leukemia when I turned three. I’ve had lots of surgeries. I’ve slept with Mimi, my pink blanket, and Lolly, my bunny, since I was born. I can’t go anywhere without them. They go with me to the hospital and sleepovers. Going through treatment was...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 10, 2018 | A Southern Soul
The shift for squad 2 in Precinct 1 begins at 5:30 p.m. with a squad meeting, as Lieutenant Reidy goes through his list for the night. Reidy (everyone calls him LT), has been on the force for 40 years, and retirement is coming soon. He tells his squad to be on the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 9, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I was 15 years old the first time I went to New Orleans and saw the Jackson Square artists. I was sold. Of course I was down there with a fake ID to see a band. I went home and painted all night. I went to LSU and majored in art. Then Katrina wiped out our home in...
