by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 17, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Down the Bay at Texas Street and Washington Avenue in Mobile. I am 90 years old and came up during the Depression. We couldn’t afford butter, so we bought Dixie Margarine. It came with yellow food coloring to mix it in and make it look like butter. We...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jul 3, 2022 | A Southern Soul
In the summers, the Moore children went out early in the morning to work in the fields of their family farm. Wearing sun caps made by their mother, Ella, they hoed peas, corn, collard greens, sugarcane, peanuts, and potatoes. Some fed the hogs and chickens or guided...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 26, 2022 | A Southern Soul
Bernard: We met at Vigor High School. I was a senior, and she was a junior. Dinah: I wouldn’t give him the time of the day. Bernard: I was taking family living as an elective. Dinah walked in, and I asked the girl next to me who she was. A few days went by and...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 25, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in California and ended up in Mississippi with my husband about a year ago because it was cheaper to live here. I found a great job, but the pay is low and I have been struggling ever since. I drive 300 miles a week to and from work. Gas is so expensive. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 19, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I turned 85 in March, and they had Hilry Trawick day in Andalusia. I’ve lived here all of my life. My mother and father divorced when I was a baby. Mama worked in the hospital, the cafes, and in people’s houses. Those were the only jobs she could get back then....
by Lynn Oldshue | Jun 18, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I am circling Selma and covering it in prayer. Today is my first walk on my tenth coverage of every street and house. It’s roughly 250 miles per trip and it takes about six months. I pray for every home, and that God will bring salvation and give them hope. Our...
