by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 21, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I overdosed on fentanyl three times, but Narcan brought me back from the dead each time. I started using drugs when I was 18, trying to numb a traumatic childhood. I was sexually abused by my stepbrother when I was a child. I was depressed and started taking...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 14, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I learned how to play chess in the state penitentiary. Guys there played it all day to pass the time and keep their minds going. I watched them and started learning. I traded my breakfast tray for chess lessons. I will lose two out of three games, but I will win...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 7, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I painted this mural in the RV Taylor Housing projects with kids who live here and some from the Strickland Youth Center. It was part of a program that I helped write. We were inspired by the idea of “Crime Prevention Through Environmental Design” that has worked in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 31, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“My parents were remarkable people. Mother was born at home in Pittsburgh. The doctor wrote a prescription for two-percent silver nitrate to clean out her eyes. The pharmacist had been drinking and filled it for 20% silver nitrate. My mother’s dark brown eyes...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 24, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in McWilliams, Alabama, close to Oak Hill, in Wilcox County. I have lived here all of my life. My first intention was to leave and go into the Navy, but I went to college instead. I came back and taught school for 30 years. I started with kindergarten, then...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 23, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Indianapolis. In 1965, my husband, Terry, joined the FBI. We lived in New Orleans for 20 years, and it was a good place for crime. I loved Terry’s job. I knew a lot of things I shouldn’t have known, but I kept my mouth shut. Once Terry and...
