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...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 2, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“The weatherman said the tornado would hit Silver City about 8:30 p.m., and he was right. I was in the only part of my house that wasn’t damaged. I have never been through a tornado, but I served in Vietnam. When I walked out of my house this morning, it looked...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 1, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“We lost everything — our home, my truck, and all of our possessions. I don’t want to believe this happened. We worked hard to accomplish something in life, just to have it blown away so fast. But we are all alive, and my strength comes from the Lord and my family. We...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 31, 2023 | A Southern Soul
“We are freshmen at the University of Arkansas. We were passing through Silver City on our way from spring break in Gulf Shores and stopped to see if there was anything we can do to help. Today is the first time we have seen tornado damage like this, and it made us...
