Biography

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 120 – ) … A week later there was a knock on the door of her third floor apartment. The sheriff, dressed in street clothes, was waiting at the hall. He introduced himself and asked to come in. “This morning my office received papers, which […]

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 112 – ) The following night she was back at the Tabernacle. The room was packed with expectant faces. Every seat on the long wooden pews was taken. The huge open-beam rafters resounded with joyful singing as she entered the room. The people had come

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 108 – ) Years later Kathryn wrote, “I could not see the hand of God in man’s superfluity of zeal, and I saw the harm that was being done in attributing everything to lack of faith on the part of the individual who had not

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 105 – ) However, before she was to move south to the big city, there were still hurdles to jump in Franklin, and miracles to experience. On several occasions Kathryn had preached on “healing.” And things happened. She always closed her services with altar calls,

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 102 – ) In the spring of 1946, wearing a smart black dress, long kid-leather gloves, and a Hattie Carnegie hat, Kathryn walked into the office of radio station WKRZ in nearby Oil City. She told the receptionist she wanted to see the program director,

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 41 –  ) Her critics, and she was beginning to collect them even in the early 1930s, said that Kathryn was selling a mixture of “sex and salvation.” To some extent they were correct. The two single women were quite attractive, and part of their

By Jamie Buckingham (From the book DAUGHTER OF DESTINY, pp 38 –  ) After the final service, the night before they were scheduled to leave — Myrtle to return to her husband, and Helen and Kathryn still undecided — a Nazarene pastor approached them outside the Women’s Club. “Don’t leave.” he said to Myrtle. “I