by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 28, 2023 | A Southern Soul
Dustin: When one more cockroach crept across my forehead I was done with crawling in sewers and working in wastewater treatment. Coffee is my destiny. Rhea: Life changes fast. Dustin and I bought a house in Guntersville last summer. He was working at the wastewater...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 27, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“My dad was a chef, and I was desperate to follow in his footsteps from a young age. He knew the low pay, long hours, and high stress of restaurants and was just as desperate for me not to get into it. He wanted me to go to college for anything else, so I majored in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 26, 2023 | A Southern Soul
Angela: “You need to come back when smoke is coming out of the chimney at the coke plant behind us. We see the smoke coming and go into the house. The soot gets everywhere. I clean my bathroom, but the soot is back in the tub by the time I take a bath. I found out how...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 22, 2023 | A Southern Soul
Shay: “I loved Shawn’s family five years before I met him. I managed a restaurant in downtown Mobile when Shawn’s brother-in-law would come in. I hired both of his nieces to work for me. I also adored Shawn’s sister, Shannon. They were the best family, and I would ask...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 21, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in 1933 in Sudetenland on the northern Czechoslovakia border with Germany. Most of us were German and spoke German. We could walk to Germany. Hitler came to Sudetenland in 1939 because he felt we belonged to him. No shots were fired when the Nazis took us...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 20, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in 1925 and grew up in a small village in northern Germany. I was eight years old when we moved to Berlin. My father was a banker but he started at the bottom with a bank in Berlin because he didn’t want to join the Nazi party. After we moved, I...
