Biography
Dr. J. Wayne Flynt (born: Oct. 4, 1940, Potontoc, Miss.) received his Bachelor of Arts degree from Howard College (now Samford University) in 1961, and both his Masters of Science (M.S.) degree (1962) and Ph.D. (1965) from Florida State University. After teaching at Samford for eight years, he joined the faculty at Auburn University in 1977 where he remained for the rest of his academic career.
Growing up, Flynt moved frequently around the South with his parents because his father held a series of primarily sales jobs. The family landed a couple of occasions in Anniston, Ala., where Professor Flynt was graduated from high school in 1958. His mother taught fourth grade in the Alabama towns of Oxford, Opelika, Center Point and Pinson. Her obituary in The Birmingham News said she lived in thirty places in three states during her sixty-year marriage. She married Flynt's father in 1938.
Professor Flynt has written 11 books that focus largely on the historical, economic and social fabric of Alabama, including Poor But Proud: Alabama's Poor Whites (1990), and he co-wrote Alabama: A History of a Deep South State, both of which were nominated for Pulitzer Prizes. He is editor-in-chief of the online Encyclopedia of Alabama, a partnership of Auburn University and the Alabama Humanities Foundation.
Wife (Dorothy) and two sons (Sean Flynt and David Flynt).
Father: James Homer Flynt b. April 9, 1917, Shady Glen Community (Calhoun County, Ala.) d. Feb. 11, 1998, Pinson, Ala. (Jefferson County)
Mother: Mae Ellis Moore Flynt b. Nov. 22, 1919, Pinson d. Sept. 28, 2008, Pinson
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