Yet More Tybee Island Heroes and Hooligans; The Making of an Island Paradise, Vol. 3

By J.R. Roseberry

This is the third volume profiling the various heroes and hooligans that call Tybee Island home.

Tybee Island lured an eclectic assortment of visitors even before Gen. James Oglethorpe passed its shore on his way to nearby river bluffs to e

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maudlin Pond Press
• Release date: Mar 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9781959563235

J.R. Roseberry

J.R. Roseberry is an award-winning journalist who was a reporter and editor for two newspapers and the Associated Press in Japan as well as half a dozen newspapers along the East Coast from 1955 until the early 2000s. "Those were the glory days of journalism when you could take what you read in your daily newspaper or heard from Murrow or Cronkite on TV to the bank," he says. "That was before the words 'fake and news' had ever been used in proximity, let alone purveyed shamelessly by so called news media." J.R. received a degree in journalism from the University of South Carolina, then pursued postgraduate studies in philosophy at Sophia University in Tokyo and Old Dominion College in Virginia. His newspaper employment included Pacific Stars & Stripes and the Okinawa Morning Star in Japan, The State in Columbia, SC, the Atlanta Journal, Savannah Morning News, Norfolk Virginian-Pilot, and the Washington Post. After serving 20 years as a reporter, editor and manager for The Post, he retired and moved to Tybee Island, Ga., where he edited and published the Tybee News, a tabloid newspaper covering Tybee and nearby islands. He also wrote a weekly column for the Savannah Morning News entitled J.R.'s Island View, and took up fiction, music and lyric writing. His initial venture into fiction won a contest for writers throughout the Southeast. Entitled Helen, it was published as the lead story in the 2015 Savannah Anthology. His music has been recorded by a popular area musician and is played regularly at an island church. J.R. says he expects to continue writing as long as his fingers and mind remain functional.During the Covid 19 pandemic friends urged J.R. to publish a compilation of his newspaper columns in a book featuring islanders who helped make Tybee the Mecca for tourists and retirees it is today.You are now reading the third book in a series which is the result of those suggestions.

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Yet More

J.R. Roseberry

Yet More

Tybee Island

Heroes and Hooligans

The Making of an Island Paradise, Vol. 3

© 2024 J.R. Roseberry

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmited in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permision of the publisher or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 or under the terms of any licence permitting limited copying issued by the Copyright Licensing Angency.

Cover Art: The photograph features this book’s author seated in front of Tybee Island’s iconic lighthouse. It was taken by popular Tybee writer and photographer Ben Goggins, while the cover itself was created by layout designer Lauren Clackum. The caricatures surrounding the photo, each of which was drawn by Mallory Pearce, represent the characters featured in this book.

Paperback ISBN: 978-1-959563-21-1

Hardback ISBN: 978-1-959563-22-8

eBook ISBN: 978-1-959563-23-5

Published by:

Maudlin Pond Press

P.O. Box 53

Tybee Island, GA 31328

www.maudlinpond.com

Dedicated to

Carla Donen Davis

Seventy years of loving

memories and....

...occasional thoughts of

what might have been.

There’s a theory which suggests that we all die twice...once when we are initially pronounced dead

and the second and final time when there

is no one left who remembers us.

Perhaps these stories will help us remember...

J.R.

Preface

This book is the third volume of my series.

In it you will find 24 new characters whose lives are part of the larger life and magic of Tybee Island. Read on and I hope you will catch my drift.

Small towns are special places.

I’ve lived in my share of them – places like Leonardtown and LaPlata, Maryland and a small village outside Naha, Okinawa.

Such places are small enough to enable residents to develop a sense of community and camaraderie which was absent in the big cities where I lived.

Tybee Island, a small town situated beside the sea – or at the edge of the earth as some like to say – is extra special.

Its residents have created a community of folks who not only welcome, but actually care about one another. Islanders represent a potpourri of people with dramatically different beliefs and backgrounds who congregate comfortably under one enormous, open-minded beach umbrella.

Where else can you find annual events like a Beach Bum Parade (the longest rolling water fight in the world!), a Juneteenth celebration, Martin Luther King Jr. Parade, an ocean Polar Bear Plunge, and a Pirates’ Festival, in addition to active music, dance, art, theatrical and civic groups along with an abundance of wildlife, a pristine beach, and ocean and river recreation?

It’s the people, of course, that make Tybee so special. I want to give a special thanks to those who read the first volume in this series, and hence are familiar with my own discovery of the island. A reprint of that introduction is provided below for new readers.

I was in my early 20s when Tybee seduced me.

Situated just down the road from Savannah, more than a few things about the island turned my head.

Her beauty was ubiquitous, from her willowy, windswept dunes to her miles of pristine beach bordering, depending on her mood, either crashing or calmly serene surf, it was a photographer’s paradise.

It was paradise in other ways as well for an energetic young reporter for the Savannah Morning News.

Populated by eccentric, hard-drinking party-lovers, its raucous bars made Tybee the polar opposite of what was then Savannah’s sleepy ambience.

Preachers and politicians, scions of society and scallywags, lawyers, gamblers, fishermen, musicians, and artists rubbed shoulders on its beaches and in its bistros.

I fell in love with the island, deeply and permanently.

The job at the Savannah newspaper was my first since leaving Tokyo, where from 1957 to 1960 I had pursued post graduate studies in philosophy while working for Pacific Stars & Stripes, the Associated Press and the Okinawa Morning Star.

My shift at the newspaper, covering city hall before being named editor of Savannah Magazine, was from 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. or so, depending on the events of the day.

When my workday ended, there was little happening in Savannah, where only one bar, the Port Royal, was then operating on River Street.

In contrast, Tybee’s bars were alive and filled with music-loving, beer-guzzling locals who were quick to befriend anyone on an adjacent bar stool at face value, rarely asking where they were from or what they did for a living.

After hoisting a few, the natives often regaled you with tales of Tybee’s past, some of which had an ominous edge.

Semi-inebriated islanders said there had been no rapes or murders on Tybee for years because most miscreants knew how locals dealt with such felonies.

Their stories described how they’d drag malevolent offenders aboard a shrimp boat and drop them off the stern when the shrimpers lowered their nets while heading out to sea.

For lesser offenses like robberies or break-ins, culprits might be hauled over to Little Tybee, buried up to their chests in the sand, have honey poured on their heads, and be left to try to extricate themselves before ants and gulls had a picnic.

I never knew whether the tales were true or simply cautionary warnings, but, like others who heard them, I was not inclined to find out.

With no mandated closing time, Tybee’s beach-side bacchanal often lasted till dawn, providing stress relief and a plethora of new pleasures enlivening my existence and expanding my horizons.

More often than many mature folks might find reasonable, I found myself driving back to Savannah with eyes watering from the burning sunrise reflected in the rear-view mirror.

Those were the good old days I found on Tybee 62 years ago, before heading north to continue my newspaper career with the Norfolk Virginian-Pilot from 1962 to 1967 and the Washington Post from 1967 to 1992.

Based on that early exposure to Tybee, when it came time to retire from the Post, I headed back to the island, looking for the good vibes I remembered to help me decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and where I wanted to do it.

My plan was to hunker down near the beach for a month to get my head around such stuff. That was 30 years ago, and I never left.

Once I realized I was here to stay, I expanded my interests well beyond those initial bar-hopping days.

I joined the Y and helped start a senior’s club there; joined four friends in initiating the annual New Year’s Day Polar Bear Plunge which now draws thousands; promoted the first official and now annual New Year’s Eve celebration on the South End; helped salvage the old Post Theater when it was about to be demolished; and helped create a DeSoto Beach Hotel exhibit in the Lighthouse Museum to preserve memories of the island’s storied old Mediterranean-style hotel.

Along the way I met dozens of islanders who had lived and were still living extraordinary lives and became convinced that their stories should be shared before they were lost forever.

Bitten once again by the writing bug, I started a weekly column in what was then the Savannah newspaper’s Closeup section called J.R.’s Island View. The column introduced readers to often little-known but fascinating folks who lived on or near Tybee Island.

The columns not only described their impressive accomplishments but told of their escapades and foibles. Based on the positive feedback from readers, the column succeeded in providing its audience with a bit of informative and refreshing reading over morning coffee.

Since becoming somewhat more reflective as I’ve grown considerably longer in the tooth, it occurred to me that those stories, collectively, captured a snapshot of what Tybee was like a quarter century ago.

Many long-time Tybee residents now believe those were the real good old days.

This book is a compilation of some those old columns and photos.

They’ve been assembled in the hope that they may help those who were here at the time savor some pleasant memories and may provide newcomers with a slice of easy-to-swallow island history.

For recent island arrivals, I suspect today will become their own good old days when they think about them 25 years from now, years that will pass far faster than most can imagine.

With luck, the current crop of writers will help them enjoy these treasured memories one day, just as I’m hoping to do with this book.

POSTSCRIPT: You will see postscripts after most chapters to let you know what has happened to the folks I’ve written about since I first put their stories to paper.

Some have passed away or moved away, and some have vanished without a trace (that is, without giving me a chance to put them into my witness protection).

If you have information that I do not, please send it my way to P.O. Box 1503, Tybee Island, GA 31328 or [e-mail].

Early (circa 1997) fan Mary Slater enjoys Closeup column with

morning smoke and coffee.

Table of Contents

Benjamin Alexander - Recalling the

Island’s Glory Days 1

Richard Grosse - Not a Typical

Short Order Cook 15

Margaret Palmer - Globe Trotting

Islander Achieves Goal 27

Capt. Clifford Boyd - Independent Captain

Still Going Strong 43

Albert Williams Jr. - He’s Been There and

Done That 55

Anne Monaghan - Lone Lady Wins

Tybee Council Post 67

Bill Inglis - Islander is a Man of

Many Means 81

Edwin Longwater - Sailing Through the

Good Life 91

Denise Elliot-Vernon - Poetry and Art:

Idyllic Companions 105

Edmund Solomon - Long Time Resident

Savors Memories 117

Jim Green - Keeping It Strange

on the Island 125

Helen Curtis - A Curious and

Circuitous Route 139

Ben Pearson - Hero Gets a Surprise Present 155

Rick and Debbie Sheridan - Couple

Anchors Island Music Scene 173

Linnie Youngblood - Industrious Lady

Finds Home on Water 185

Roger Dodge - Loveable ‘Collector’

Covers Tybee 193

Jim Carter - Finds Lighthouse by Design 201

Hosts Hidden Tybee Golf Course 205

Sonjia Dittmar - Popular Artist Works

in a Zoo 217

Walter Parker - Popular Mayor

Unopposed, Unafraid 227

Peter Bannon - Island Neighbor in

Your Living Room 247

Zoe Randall - New York Lady

Settles in South 261

George Spriggs and George Jackson - Two

Georges Cook Up Success on Tybee 275

Sheldon Solomon - A New Breed of

Tybee Solomon 289

Freda Rutherford - Your Choice:

Advocate or Gadfly? 299

Appendix 319

Acknowledgements 321

About the Author 323

Benjamin Alexander -

Recalling the Island’s Glory Days

Entrepreneur

Brought Music

To the Beach

He remembers the glory days of entertainment on Tybee and in Savannah.

Benjamin J. Bennie Alexander was a major force in the business around these parts in the beginning, back in the 1930s.

Bennie, now 87, brought in the first big name bands, drawing huge crowds to the old Tybee pavilion, and he’s still got some ideas about how to generate business on the new one.

When he first came to the island, Highway 80 was a dirt road from Thunderbolt out to the beach.

Hell, people never even heard of Tybee back then, but they damned well knew who Ted Weems was, says Bennie, discussing the former popular band leader who became his biggest draw.

The crowds were backed up in line all the way to Butler Ave. and around the corner to attend the Weems performance, says Bennie. They stood in two lines, one down Strand and the other up 16th and around Butler back to where Cap’n Chris’ is now.

Bennie arrived on the island in 1936 serving as business manager for Henry Digini and his Casiloma Band, a group he had been with for almost ten years. He joined them in Youngstown, Ohio where he was working in a steel mill.

His mother had a large house in Youngstown, and the band played at Isiah Park, a half mile away, every summer. While there, the band booked room and board at his mother’s house.

Bennie took to attending the group’s performances and eventually was asked if he wanted to join them as a driver while learning the booking business on road trips.

I said, hell, I’m just making $1.50 a day in the steel mill, of course I want to join you!

Bennie hit the road with the band which toured the entire country on one-night stands. That was the start of his life-long career in show business.

He was the group’s manager by the time they signed up for their first Tybee engagement, and after beach appearances the next two years, he decided to linger on the laid-back little island.

That was 60 years ago and Bennie’s still here.

His younger brother, Nickie Alexander, has been a mainstay of Tybee’s business community for years.

Nickie still operates a bail bonding business near the corner of Tybrisa and Butler, where both brothers operated bars for almost 50 years.

Bennie became ill in the summer of 1939 and had to leave Digini’s band to return to Ohio for an operation.

Tommy McCarroll, a friend he met on Tybee, drove to Ohio to bring him back after the operation and put him up in his own island house.

McCarroll, who owned the Novelty Bar, trusted Bennie so much he hired him as his bar manager and put the place in Bennie’s name.

Later, Willie Haar, owner of the old Rip Tide Bar, talked Bennie into taking over that bar as well, in addition to handling bookings on the old pavilion, which Haar also owned.

Willie gave me the bar, a bowling alley and a hot dog stand on the pavilion, all for $3,500 a year, says Bennie. We split the take on the pavilion.

I stayed at the old Tybee Hotel on the ocean front. It was real nice. I don’t know why the hell they ever tore that place down. It was nicer than anything down here since.

That was in the early 1940s when Bennie says his pavilion bookings started drawing the biggest crowds they ever had.

His biggest coup was hiring the Ted Weems orchestra for a one-night stand.

I stole Ted Weems, says Bennie, grinning. I got him for $1,000.

He also brought in Cab Calloway, Tommy Tucker, and other big bands.

After his success on Tybee, Bennie headed for Savannah in the mid-1940s to take over Al Remler’s famous Club Royale at the corner of Victory Drive and Skidaway.

He hired his brother Nickie, who had just been discharged from the Army, to run the Rip Tide. Nickie later operated a liquor store and several clubs on the island’s south end.

Nickie’s done real good, says Bennie. I’m happy for him. He’s done better than I did. He’s used his head.

The Club Royale was 20 years ahead of its time, claims Bennie. The bar alone seated 125 and we could get 500 people in the dining room. It cost maybe a million dollars to build that place.

He and a partner, Jimmy Brown, leased the club for $800 a month.

I was doing so damned much business that they stationed federal boys at the gate to check the crowds, counting every person, to make sure the place didn’t become an overcrowded fire trap, recalls Bennie.

He says his best night at the club came when I hired Vincent Lopez for $500, when his regular fees were far higher, because Lopez had a free traveling night and called Bennie to find out if he had an opening in the area.

He said he’d take anything, recalls Bennie. He just wanted to play somewhere. I stole him. We took in $5,000 that night.

I gave Guy Lombardo $3,500 for one night. I gave Harry James, Tommy Dorsey, and Jimmy Dorsey $2,500 each for a night. Harry James brought his wife, Betty Grable, along with him. I think Xavier Cugat was the last band I had in there.

The Club Royale had over 150 slot machines ,and they were making big money at the time. The C&S Bank, which financed construction of the huge club, got its money back from the slot machine revenue alone, according to Bennie.

What they didn’t know was that each of the old machines had a coin tube that held $20 or more, and you could press a button and clear the tube. The C&S had the keys to the machines and collected that money, but Remler was clearing the tubes. He got his off the top, laughs Bennie.

The club closed not long after authorities shut down the slot machine operation. It was later torn down to construct a shopping center.

Bennie says before they were outlawed, slot machines were a main source of revenue for businesses in both Savannah and