by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 23, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Brookhaven, MS. I lived on the train tracks, and it felt like the train was coming through our house everytime it ran. I got pregnant and married my boyfriend. He joined the military and went to Germany, so I followed him there. He was the best husband...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 22, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I turned 30 this year. That was a big birthday, and I wanted to do something special. I saw a video of a guy getting his friends to sign his pants, and I thought it would be a cool way to meet people. It went crazy, and many signatures are from random strangers...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 14, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I started running a couple of years ago. One day I was tired of being in the house, so I put on my shoes and ran. Now I run along the roads and highways around Fairhope. I can run for long distances pretty fast. I listen to rap or techno music or motivational videos...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 10, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I was five or six years old when my mother ordered a pedal sewing machine from Sears. I watched her sew and had to try it myself. When no one was around, I stuck in my material and pedaled. The needle came down and went through my finger. I jerked my hand and broke...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 9, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“I met Cleveland on Easter Sunday on April 9, 1950, in Fayette, Alabama. I was 15 and had just started noticing boys. Aunt Myrtle was my Daddy’s sister, and her daughter, Barbara, was a year older than me. Cleveland’s brother was going with Barbara, so...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 8, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“Clover just turned ten. That is seventy in dog years. She broke her front leg and had several surgeries but kept re-breaking it. The doctor put in a metal rod, and she broke that too. Three years ago, the doctor said, ‘Forget it; we are going to amputate...
