by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 5, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I shot that beaver with a .22 rifle. He had been stopping the ditches up. They stop everything up around here. The county put a $20 bounty on each beaver and I will get $20 for bringing in his tail. I work on 900 acres and I like being outside. I can’t be...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 4, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“It’s so simple, let’s get along and everything will be alright. I treat people with love. Sometimes you want to hate them, but you can’t because then I would be hating myself. Everyone around here knows each other. They call me Yay Yay in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 4, 2016 | A Southern Soul, Commentary
I met Sheena and Zionne Williams riding the buses of Mobile while I was working on a story about bus riders for The Southern Rambler. They ride the bus six hours a day to get their kids to a good preschool in Mobile, then go to their jobs. Zionne works construction...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 4, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Clarksdale, but my dad was in the military and we moved around the world. In the 60’s I was involved in the Austin music explosion at the Vulcan Gas Company, the predecessor to the Armadillo World Headquarters. Johnny Winter was the house...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 3, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“We live in Birmingham, but bought a farm in Crowder because we wanted a place to duck hunt. There is no good duck hunting in Alabama and I wanted a place to hunt with my son. We are in the middle of nowhere between the Yalobusha and Tallahatchie Rivers. It is...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 3, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“We are from Spain and are here for a week. We love the blues. This morning I saw where Muddy Waters lived and almost cried. Son House is one of my favorites. We are going to Memphis to see Graceland and Stax Records today. I play in a band in Spain. I would...
