Kay Yow, storied Basketball Coach for NC State University, coached Elon women, prior to moving to Raleigh. Her sister, Susan Yow, played for Kay at both places. Sister Debbie is a highly recognized Athletic Director at the University of Maryland. From neighboring village, Gibsonville, NC, the Yows are truly pioneers in athletics, particularly woman’s basketball.
One of my early tasks was to intercept father, Hilton Yow, on his visit from Gibsonville to our gym. Dr. White was too busy to talk, so I’d channel Hilton into my office. I loved talking sports with him. My father’s history also gave me grounds for talking religion, which Hilton held dear.
He also told me he had a bad hip. Told me often.
One night I was channel-chasing “mindless TV.” Nothing. I almost slipped by channel five, when I spotted Hilton. He was next in line to be “healed.” There was a commercial and Rick Jones, baseball coach, will confirm, I called him, find- ing out he too had seen Hilton. Back to the Rev. DeGraffenreid’s suggestion to Hilton.
“Come on up, Sir, and tell me what’s wrong. No, let me tell you what’s wrong.”
At that point the Reverend began to finger trace down Hilton’s arm, then chest, the other shoulder suggesting all the while “its here, and here, and it runs over here.” “Am I getting it right,” is the fevered question.
Kay Yow, storied Basketball Coach for NC State University, coached Elon women, prior to moving to Raleigh. Her sister, Susan Yow, played for Kay at both places. Sister Debbie is a highly recognized Athletic Director at the University of Maryland. From neighboring village, Gibsonville, NC, the Yows are truly pioneers in athletics, particularly woman’s basketball.
One of my early tasks was to intercept father, Hilton Yow, on his visit from Gibsonville to our gym. Dr. White was too busy to talk, so I’d channel Hilton into my office. I loved talking sports with him. My father’s history also gave me grounds for talking religion, which Hilton held dear.
He also told me he had a bad hip. Told me often.
One night I was channel-chasing “mindless TV.” Nothing. I almost slipped by channel five, when I spotted Hilton. He was next in line to be “healed.” There was a commercial and Rick Jones, baseball coach, will confirm, I called him, find- ing out he too had seen Hilton. Back to the Rev. DeGraffenreid’s suggestion to Hilton.
Hilton replied, “Well, no, but while you are in there go ahead and get all of it.”
After the next break I could see the Reverend healing the next patient, and Hilton lying on the floor. All you could see of Hilton was the soles of his shoes and where his polyester sport coat covered his stomach. Ask Jones!