by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 12, 2022 | A Southern Soul
It is hard to find the bright side these days when the dark side is all we see on social media and TV. Headlines are filled with anger and fear. They say we are dispirited, worn down, and nearing the end of democracy. We have a lot to be worn down about. Over the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 11, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I am 99 years old. I was born in 1923 and grew up in Pisgah, Alabama, a little town on Sand Mountain. Daddy had 400 acres of land. He farmed 30 and rented out some of the rest. I was the oldest of six kids and grew up plowing the field with our two horses, chopping...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 8, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“The Mississippi River is at a historic low—so low that we can clean the garbage that was once underwater around the Memphis Yacht Club. I have pulled out barbeque grills, umbrellas from tables, and a fire extinguisher. Some of the boats here have been stuck in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 7, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“My father got tired of working in a factory in Greenville and wanted his own business. He opened a nightclub, and that didn’t work out. Someone suggested tamales. Black families have been making tamales around here for more than 100 years. A lady in Arkansas...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 6, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I was a part of the Campbell clan from Yazoo City. My grandfather was mayor of Yazoo City and my brother was a state representative. My other grandfather was a minister for about 25 years at the Episcopal Church and the fellowship hall was named after him. There were...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 5, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in a shotgun house in the country outside of Yazoo City. My dad worked at a grain elevator. My mom kept the house spotless and taught me how to cook. Mom and Dad took care of each other, but they were old school. I can still feel the whippings Dad gave me...
