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The Story of the Lost Village at Edingsville Beach
Timeline of Jeremy Cay - by
Sandy Savage
Lost...But Not Forgotten
- By Donna
York-Gilbert
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Lost…But
Not Forgotten
By Donna York-Gilbert
(The author's
feature on Edingsville Beach
appeared in Charleston Magazines
2002 July/August issue under
the title "Gone with
the Wind")
If there is ever a way
to go back in time, the
Old Edingsville beach road
can get you there. The road
itself is seductive, mysterious,
and hauntingly quiet, yet
this road holds the secrets
to the past. The gnarled
limbs of the old live oaks
are dripping in Spanish
Moss and leaning in as though
they long to tell the stories
of the past: the past that
was filled with wealth,
slavery, extravagance and
tragedy; the past that resurrects
itself with the ebb and
flow of the tides washing
up treasures along the shores
of our own Jeremy Cay.
By the end of the 18th
century, slavery and Sea
Island cotton turned farmers
into aristocrats in the
backwoods of Edisto Island.
The salinity of the Edisto
Island marshes made rice
planting difficult. The
British stopped importing
our Indigo following the
American Revolution, so
the planters relied on the
slaves to show them a West
Indian way of growing another
crop, cotton. And this was
no ordinary cotton. Edisto's
Sea Island cotton became
the finest in world rivaling
even Egyptian cotton. This
King of Cotton was so fine,
it was pre-sold at a premium
years before the seed was
planted. It is even said
the Pope of Rome had his
robes made from this silky,
protestant-born, slave-harvested
delicacy. This unique cotton
and the high demand from
around the world made the
Edisto Island planters among
the wealthiest planters
around. And wealthy planters
became the South's aristocracy.
This newfound royalty of
Edisto plantation families
married one another and
ultimately connected the
planters through blood and
marriage. This unprecedented
wealth allowed these families
to own town-homes in Charleston
and pursue other places
of luxury and recreation…anything
to escape the burdensome
heat of those balmy Edisto
summers.
Stifling heat, no breeze
and abundant mosquitoes
tarnished the charm of plantation
life. Mosquitoes thrived
in the farm-like environment
of fields and stagnant ponds,
and so did the fatal disease,
malaria. It didn't take
long before the Edisto gentry
discovered a healthy retreat
nearby called Edingsville
Beach. The ocean breezes
had a medicinal quality
to them and no one was dying
of the dreaded diseases
that plagued them inland
on the plantations. Little
did they know, but the breezy
salt air kept the mosquitoes,
and their deadly malaria
at bay.
Word spread rapidly about
this tiny barrier island
called Edingsville Beach.
The Mikell family owned
Edingsville Beach in the
early 1800's. At one point,
the Edings family owned
the area and leased vacation
lots to the planters as
a summer respite. The plantation
families built gracious,
two-story, brick houses
with sweeping verandas and
fireplaces flanking both
sides of each home. Elegant
parties, regattas, horse
races and elaborate banquets
were the norm at this seaside
resort for the Edisto principality.
Each May, the Edisto planters
would load their horse-drawn
carts with the plantation
furnishings and retreat
to Edingsville Beach until
the first frost of autumn.
The men would return to
the plantations each day
to make sure all was in
order, but would surely
be back at the beach for
the 3 o'clock dinner. Sounds
of ladies laughing and splashing,
men serenading their lovers,
and echoes of sheer delight
could be heard throughout
the 19th century at Edingsville
Beach.
In it's
heyday, there were at least
60 dwellings at Edingsville
Beach. Among the summer
homes was a schoolhouse
for the boys to keep up
their studies. There was
an Episcopalian and a Presbyterian
church. And you can be sure
there was a billiard saloon
serving libations to all
the God-fearing congregants
along the shore. The Atlantic
Hotel was built by the Edings
family in 1852 and was advertised
in the Charleston Courier
as a "salubrious Atlantic
watering place." Carriages,
Buggies, and saddle horses
were available for the hotel
guests. "Seaside Surry"
and "Riviera of the
Low Country" were other
terms of endearments used
to describe this playground
for the rich. These were
heady times for vacationers
on the famed Edingsville
Beach.
But like a page ripped from
a great southern novel,
the grandeur vanished and
was literally gone with
the wind. The War Between
the States did little damage
to Edingsville Beach but
it took a financial toll
on the planters. It was
a series of storms and hurricanes
from 1881 to the turn of
the century that extinguished
Edingsville Beach. At the
time, it sure seemed as
though God was punishing
the South and using nature's
resources to wash away any
evidence of her wealth and
sins. There was no evidence
left of Edingsville's golden
era existence except for
a tabby brick fireplace,
broken trinkets, and mere
memories of a magical time
and place.
Like the
legendary Atlantis, the
19th century Edingsville
is a mere memory of a once
flourishing society buried
at sea less than a mile
from the shore of Jeremy
Cay. And like Atlantis,
this glorious village, with
all its grandeur and extravagance,
rests quietly, waiting to
tell her stories to anyone
who will listen.
Today,
if you are standing on the
shores of Jeremy Cay you
may see remnants from those
days roll up with the breaking
of the waves. From china,
to slave tools, or bricks
from the old mansions, Edingsville
Beach sends whatever she
can to remind us of her
beauty and glory from another
era.
The developers
of Jeremy Cay have created
a paradise from a slice
of history. The lagoons,
the pristine shells, the
ancient fossils, and the
abundant wildlife are rivaled
only by the panoramic views
and the brilliant rise and
descent of the sun. The
moon itself must favor Jeremy
Cay, for it hovers so closely
and luminously that even
in the darkest hours, breathtaking
sites are in full view.
So, as you gaze out at the
whispering marsh grass or
reflect on the sea's horizon,
be ever so quiet and let
the many ghosts of Edingsville
bring her history back to
the glistening shores of
Jeremy Cay.
Sidebar;
Some of Edingsville Beach's
inhabitants included the
families of Mikell, Townsend,
Middleton, Wescoat, Reverend
Wilson, Johnson, Hopkinson,
Becket, Hanahan, Street,
Lagare, Mitchell, Murray,
Jenkins, Pope, Seabrook,
Bailey, Whaley, LaRoache,
Whilkonson, Baynard, Edings
and Swinton.
Research for this article
was made possible through
the following people:
The Edisto Island Historic
Preservation Society
The Coastal Heritage Program
of the South Carolina Sea
Grant Consortium
Tales of Edisto,
By Nell S. Graydon; Sandlapper
Publishing Co. Orangeburg,
SC 1955
More tales of the South
Carolina Low Country,
By Nancy Rhyne
Edisto Island, A Family
Affair, By Amy S. Conner
and Shelia Beardsley
About
the author:
Donna lives in Charlotte
with her husband and 2 sons
and writes historical, business,
and travel features for
regional and national magazines.
Additionally, she has published
award winning children's
books highlighting the region's
history. She and her husband
own lot #7 at Jeremy Cay…..a
giant piece of heaven on
a slice of history!
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