Mame was my great aunt. I had heard stories about some famous basketball player
and I couldn't remember which one it was. He was friends with my older brother
who passed away yesterday. We were both adopted into this family. There is one
story that I remember about Hot Rod and him locking my brother in an outhouse
one very hot day. I guess this is the only thing I know about him. I hope he
still have fond memories of my Aunt, and maybe even my brother.
I just read the whole story about you and your families. I would like to get a
hold of Flo - I am a old friend from Minn. and she was in my Wedding. I would
like to talk to her and hope some day to see each other before it is too late.
Flo I live in Napa, Ca. I love close to the twins....Will never forget you.
LONG LIVE ROD HUNDLEY!!!
Rod and I were contemporaries, growing up in the same city. And though I
attended schools across town, anyone who played in the basketball hotbed that
was Charleston in the early 50s inevitably crossed his path. In high school
years, he was a regular at the old downtown YMCA, where we played pick up games
all summer long. My earliest memory of Rod, at age 13, was at the Reynolds
Street playground. He was clearly better than anyone else on the court. At one
point he dribbled across the center line, stopped, and broke into song - a good
imitation of Billy Eckstine inging "Everything I Have is Yours". Everyone else
in the game became his attentive audience; and that must've been what he
My brother was a teammate of Rods. Years later when he was selling Converse
baskettball shoes I met him at a bar in Wilson NC. I recognised him over a beer.
We started a conversation and were having a good time talking about his ball
carrear. As time went on he got very comfertable and thats when I tod him who I
was he was extatic, and asked where "Roudy" was I. I told him he was living here
he said I want to see him I got on the phone and called "Roudy". Those two had a
weekend to remember Hot Rod said it was lkie going home I will never forget him