(Pacolet Mills Baseball Team in 1927)
The Bases Are Loaded – With Memories
Television killed it. It was
an institution in the little textile towns around
Spartanburg - towns such as Lockhart, Union, Drayton,
Woodruff and Pacolet. It flourished for forty years
before "Kookla, Fran and Ollie", "Howdy Doody" and Dagmar
put an end to it. It was the special brand of
baseball as played in the Piedmont mill towns of upper
South Carolina.
Almost every mill village had a baseball park around which
the recreational activity of the town rotated. In
this day and age, watching major league baseball on T.V.
can be about as exciting as watching General Motors play
U. S. Steel. But it wasn't always so. Textile
league baseball was for real. It was played by tough
and talented men who meant business.
The teams were made up of men employed full time at the
mills. They did their practicing and playing in the
afternoons and on Saturdays. In the late 40's the
ball parks were fitted with lights and most games were
played at night.
For the most part, these men were unsung and unknown ball
players except in the other towns in the league. A
few, very talented men made it into the major leagues from
these teams. Men such as Ernie White, who played for
Pacolet, before he had a successful career in the
majors. However, the caliber of baseball played by
these teams was far from amateurish. There were many
men playing on these teams who, given the right breaks,
were good enough to play on any major league team.
The entire town would turn out for the games and the
spirit was strictly partisan. Certain rivalries,
such as Pacolet vs Lockhart or Pacolet vs Drayton, steamed
up emotions to a height that couldn't be matched this side
of the old big Thursday contest between Carolina and
Clemson. Fist fights were not unknown between
opposing players or spectators or both. But, by and
large, it was clean, and hard fought baseball. It
was played with a flourish and determination that was a
joy to behold.
To a ten year old boy growing up in Pacolet these teams
produced real flesh and blood heroes who actually walked
the land. Today, kids find their heroes on T.V. and
never have the realization of actually seeing them.
But in Pacolet, in the 40's, there wasn't just one hero in
real life. There were at least nine of them and they
all played on the Pacolet Trojans Baseball Team.
Heroes, in the true sense, probably should be individuals
whose actions can be examples for the young. I
didn't think of it that way at all at the time, but in
looking back, I feel that the actions of the ball players
meet that qualifications. I am sure that the ball
players in all the little towns had the same general
effect on the kids of their town. They weren't
trying to set examples and. teach the young. They
were just trying to play the very best baseball they knew
how. However, in the process they taught some
awfully valuable lessons about life to young boys just
beginning the long road to manhood. They probably
would have been puzzled if told their playing was a flesh
and blood example of the traits of character development
being taught in schools and the scouts. For example:
"Do your Best" - This was evident in the tremendous effort
put into playing by the entire team. They hit,
fielded and ran the bases with a wild, reckless abandon,
in today's slang they played "flat out",
"Do your Duty" - It would be very hard to pick a
better example of this than one long remembered play by
"Tee" Fleming at third base. A batter hit a line
drive tearing down the third base line. A baseball
hit like this travels about 150 mph. "Tee" had time
for only reflex action. He stuck out his bare right
hand and caught the ball. The sound of horsehide on
bare skin sounded like a shotgun blast - but it helped
save the game.
"Come Back in the Face of Adversity" - Catcher, James "Pee
Wee" Lambert, had a tipped baseball strike him squarely in
the throat. It came in above the breastplate and
under the mask. He fell as if hit with a bat.
He was out cold for at least fifteen minutes. After
clearing his head, he insisted on going back in and
finishing the game.
"Be Modest Upon Receiving Praise and Adulation" - No
better illustration of this could have been made than the
behavior of "Red" Ellison upon receiving the praise of his
team mates and. spectators after hitting one of his
frequent and towering home runs. Shortstop Jim Motts
showed that a small man could be a giant of a ba1l player.
The list could go on and on. Similar exploits could
be told about Olin Hodge, Smoky Mathis, Sam Hogan, Lynwood
McMakin and many others.
The baseball team also provided legends from the
past. At one time, the Pacolet Mills YMCA had a huge
glass trophy case just for the town’s baseball
mementoes. No trip to the movie to see Bob Steele or
Ken Maynard was complete without stopping by to look at
the yellowed baseballs, the silver trophies and. the
photographs. In retrospect, the photographs made the
most impression. There was picture after picture
showing Pacolet’s team from the past. It was a
pictorial record of the evolution of baseball
uniforms. But more than this, they showed stern
faced, proud men who had succeeded. Some faces I
knew only from legendary reputation of their skill as base
players. However, three of them, I knew
personally. They were my uncles Monroe and Lee "Bo"
Teaster and Jesse “Toby” Campbell.
The baseball games had the heroes of the home team and the
"villains" of the opposing team. These "villains"
were the skillful, well known players who could change the
course of a ball game in a single instant and leave
the home team on the short end of the, score.
These were men such as Tommy Jett of Drayton, "Goo"
Lybrand of Union and the "Super Villain" Bill Broome of
Lockhart. Bill Broome's mighty bat has sent many teams
home in the sorrow of defeat.
Most of the textile league activity occurred before the
time Jackie Robinson broke the color line in
baseball. Many of the mills had both white and
colored teams. The teams might have been segregated
but the spectators weren't. There were black and
white fans at both team’s games. The colored teams
were every bit as skillful as the white teams and produced
many outstanding players. "Big Dave" Bailey was a
feared man with a bat and gave many an infielder visions
of decapitation. Richard" Licky" McBeth was a
fabulous first baseman with a completely distinctive
method of touching the base with quick footwork.
For the most part, the games have stopped now. The
ball park fences have fallen and the grandstands have
collapsed. It’s a shame, many things are lost to
many people. The game of baseball itself is the less
for it. This was base ball as it should be seen and
experienced. It was blood and guts excitement,
unadulterated joy and heartbreak tragedy. Few
moments in sports could have had the impact on the
spectators that the last of the 9th inning tied game
situation with 2 outs - 2 strikes and 3 balls could have
in a game between Pacolet and Lockhart.
The towns, themselves, have lost. The teams gave the
towns an identity and pride and sense of community that
few other things can do.
However, probably the biggest losers are the little
boys. They will never know the thrill of watching
someone you know personally hit a 400 foot homerun with
the bases loaded and win the game. The remote heroes
of Hollywood and television can never fill the role.
The passing of local baseball may be change but it sure
"ain't" progress.
(Article that was printed in the
hometown paper “The Cowpens/Pacolet Tribune” on June 11,
1975.)
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