For our debut podcast, we interviewed Lee Brockington, Senior Interpreter for the Belle W. Baruch Foundation, who shares her boundless enthusiasm and inexhaustible reservoir of knowlege about the story of Hobcaw Barony on guided tours, published articles, lectures, and her book, Plantation Between the Waters: A Brief History of Hobcaw Barony.
Ms. Brockington originally contributed “Batter Up!” as part of a 2003 issue of Lowcountry Companion magazine, a publication devoted to promoting the cultural, historical, and natural heritage of the South Carolina Lowcountry. This article, published with the author’s permission, provides an in-depth yet whimsical look at baseball’s importance to community life at Hobcaw Barony. Photos courtesy of the Georgetown County Digital Library.
Sports in the S.C. Lowcountry has always been an important part of the culture. Every year, college teams fight for bragging rights, and there are soccer and tennis championships, golf tournaments, and professional baseball teams in Charleston and Myrtle Beach (and soon Columbia). America’s love of baseball makes it the nation’s number one past time. In a different era on the Waccamaw Neck, baseball players on local plantations squared off in former fields, beans replaced by sandbag bases, corn replaced by diamonds. The teams represented their neighborhoods, their small communities.
Hobcaw Barony, a sprawling 17,500-acre property divided into eleven plantations, was owned by Bernard M. Baruch in 1905 and used as his winter hunting retreat. This “Wall Street Wizard” and presidential advisor used the property seasonally but employed about 100 African-Americans whose families had lived on the plantations for generations. Four former slave villages stood in 1905, and their residents worked as boatmen, carpenters, groundskeepers, chauffeurs; roadworkers; kennel keepers; grooms; maids; and cooks. Each village maintained an individual identity and sense of community.
Minnie Kennedy, born at Hobcaw in 1916, remembered every detail of her childhood and her family’s long association with the property. “We walked everywhere, from one end of the property to the other.” Trips into Georgetown were made in rowboats and crossing Winyah Bay was often treacherous before the bridges into Georgetown were first built in 1935. Minnie’s own brother drowned with three others returning to Hobcaw by boat one night. The isolation of these plantations was an accepted way of life to blacks at Hobcaw and was certainly the attraction to Northerners like Baruch, the Huntingtons, the Vanderbilts and others that sought a quiet retreat from their business worlds.
These northern owners employed the plantation residents who worked hard to support their families, raise livestock and vegetables. But in their leisure-time, like many other Americans, they played the sport of baseball. Hercules Shubrick, a former resident and visitor to the property in the 1980s and again in 2003, revealed the teams were formed from the area and named Friendfield, Alderly, Betts Village, Hobcaw and Arcadia. They competed against each other in a friendly rivalry mostly on Saturdays. “There were always boasts and jibes,” Shubrick recalled, “The teams sometimes got rough, but after the games everybody got along all right.”
The Shubrick men were part of a large family whose enslaved ancestors contributed to the legacy of Georgetown’s rice culture. Hercules shared fond memories of his boyhood and his cousins, Elizabeth and Emily, and he spoke mostly of other black residents, families, and the “off times.” Rarely in interviews did much come up about the Baruchs or Churchill or even Hobcaw’s most prominent visitor, FDR. The stories of their own people were most clearly remembered.
The baseball teams required only nine players, but the villagers, male and female, young and old, came to the games. Competition was friendly but fierce. George Young, a young man in the 1940s and a resident of Arcadia, remembered “The teams from Arcadia regularly beat the teams from Hobcaw, ya know.” Typical of the sport, Elizabeth Shubrick was quick to disagree when she heard that statement, “George may say that, but he knows…we won and we won a lot of those games. Those games were something else!” George Young did not go on to play pro ball, but he did become World BBQ Champion for “Yum Young’s BBQ,” a restaurant he operated for years on Highway 17 near Arcadia Plantation.
Tommy Shubrick, son of “Plucky” and Janie Sands Shubrick, remembered that the ball players wore knickers and big hats, while Hercules Shubrick described their uniforms. Tommy adds, “The teams came from Georgetown, Conway and Andrews.” Boyd Marlow, the now deceased nephew of the white superintendent of the woods and a former resident of the plantation, said that he recalled a deaf pitcher for the Friendfield (Hobcaw) team. Possibly he was the son of Abraham and Kinsie Kennedy. Marlow stood and watched the games and anticipated the usual fight that broke out after the fifth or sixth inning. Hercules said his friend, Prince Jenkins (in 1952, the last resident to move out of the villages, but an employee until 1997), often fought — “He wouldn’t start a fight, but he was always ready to fight.”
In his autobiography, Neal Cox of Arcadia Plantation: Memoirs of a Renaissance Man, published in 2003, writes “In those days there were several sandlot baseball teams on Waccamaw Neck who would compete against each other…The regular players on these teams were all Negroes, but when they had a game at Arcadia or Betts Village they would invite a few of us to play with them. George [Vanderbilt] and his companion joined in a couple of games while they were here and seemed to get a big kick out of it. At one of the games, the team manager noticed that George was a southpaw (left-handed) and he asked him to pitch. When one of their players got a hit off of him, they made a lot of noise about it. Well, …we won the game…”
Baseball on the Waccamaw Neck continued on school grounds and in county parks, a sport enjoyed by all Americans–black and white, amateur and professional. As the light of dusk turns to night, the ghostly call “Play Ball!” may be heard from the shadows on the field, evoking memories from a different era, a different time.
Lee Brockington is Senior Interpreter of History at Hobcaw Barony and author of Plantation Between the Waters: A Brief History of Hobcaw Barony (Charleston: The History Press, 2006).