Tuesday, May 19, 2020

A Rare And Beautiful Find On The Ashley River

It was a beautiful partly cloudy May day with temperatures in the high 80's--perfect for my excursion into Summerville's wild country. A hefty breeze played havoc with the heavily laden branches of the tall tupelo and oak trees scattered about and exaggerated the push of the changing incoming tide. I was kayaking the Ashley River looking to get some good photographs of whatever wildlife I would happen upon. Heading in the direction of Middleton Place from Herbert H. Jessen's Public Boat Landing, I decided to venture down one of the river's feeder creeks.


Not long after entering, I spotted a colony of dark green plants bearing an unusual looking seven-inch spider-looking white flower along the muddy edge. Little did I know, I happened upon what is today a rare sight. Rare, because greedy, thoughtless humans have decimated these beautiful plants by smothering them under dammed up rivers and polluting their life lines.

The native Indians were no doubt familiar with the flower as it flourished in the few rocky rivers in the lower Piedmont where their bulbs traveled downstream, lodged in rock crevices, and, in time, established clusters. As for European settlers, it was first observed and documented in 1783 by Naturalist William Bartram and described as the "odoriferous Pancratium fluitans which almost alone possesses the little rocky islets." He saw it growing in the Savannah River near Augusta, Georgia. Today, it is classified as Hymenocallis coronaria. Other names include shoal lily and rocky shoals spider-lily.


There are approximately over 60 extant populations of Hymenocallis coronaria left, all in the states of Alabama, Georgia, and South Carolina. Georgia’s largest population of the lily is found in Flats Shoal Creek near the Alabama border and other sizable populations are in the Flint and Broad rivers. In Alabama, they are found in the Cahaba River where they are called the Cahaba lily and in South Carolina, populations are in the Catawba River. A section of the river at Landsford Canal State Park below Rock Hill boast the largest stand in the world. Stephens Creek, a tributary of the Savannah River, contains the State’s other significant population.

How it got on the Ashley River may be a mystery, but as a possible explanation, it could have been carried by a bird or transported through the Wassamassaw Swamp during severe flooding.. Whatever the reason, it is an oddity because this particular lily is known to proliferate in shallow, rocky shoals of swift moving water, not the pluff mud banks of the Ashley.

The plant produces pecan-size seeds that grow into bulbs. Dense colonies of the 3-foot lily burst forth displaying a striking, white-flower, which blooms from early May to late June. Each fragrant flower blossom opens overnight and last for one day. It is praised for its pleasing odor, especially strong at night. The fragrance readily attracts pollinators, such as the Paratrea plebeja, commonly known as the plebeian sphinx moth, and Battus philenor, the pipevine swallowtail butterfly as well as hummingbirds. To have viewed this rare and beautiful flowering plant is considered an amazing experience, of which, I agree.



I have been up and down the Ashley River and I have come across colonies of this endangered flower between Old Fort Dorchester and Middleton Place. If you would like to see the rare rocky shoals spider-lily, I would be happy to take you to my favorite spots, but that would have to be sooner if not immediately. The window is swiftly closing. Just grab your kayak or paddleboard and meet me at Herbert H. Jessen's Public Boat Landing, preferably around slack tide on any given day.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Home Sweet Home--A Short Summerville Story From The Past

Sara and Harry Woodruff's White Gables
The well-known "a man's home is his castle" quote comes from a legal case dating from 1604 England. In typical English fashion, Chief Justice Sir Edward Coke stated, "the house of every one is to him as his Castle and Fortress as well for defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." It found its way into American culture in time, and the simplified version we know today was coined. However, in the small footprint, there lurked the hidden clause "unless his wife has other plans."

The following is a short story about one of Summerville's most colorful couples, Sara and Harry Woodruff. The Woodruffs were a very traditional Southern Summerville family. Harry worked for the Charleston railroad as a station master, without a doubt, a career that attributed to his being a much-regimented man who did things to a particular schedule. Sara diligently cared for the needs of their family and the business transactions of their home, which Harry had little interest in handling. Mr. Woodruff no doubt felt comfortable and sheltered in his castle home.

Mr. Woodruff was somewhat of a big spender and had a weakness for gambling. A family story reported he lost downtown Houston in a card game one time while in Texas. A constant concern for Sara, she worried about their finances, and because Harry was ten years older than herself, she worried about being left with no income and children to raise. To ensure the family's success and survival, she put in motion a shrewd plan.

One evening, Harry had returned to town after completing business for the railroad. As usual, he was met at the Summerville train station by the family retainer with his horse and carriage. However, to Harry's bewilderment, they did not take their customary route home upon leaving the station. Puzzled, he asked the driver, "Where are you taking me?" Unknown to Mr. Woodruff, his home address had changed while he was away. Sara had purchased a new home on the corner of Richardson Ave and Palmetto Street.


Always respectful of her husband, this certainly was a bold move on Sara's part. Still, she had no qualms about buying the house and property without her husband's knowledge. Despite the deception, Mr. Woodruff appreciated Sara's resourcefulness.

From 1914 to 1939, Sara's White Gables was a haven of Summerville hospitality and comfort for visitors. She rented out the three cottages on the property and boarded rooms in the house for ten months out of the year to visitors from Charleston and some nationally famous people. It proved to be one of Summerville's most famous and successful bed and breakfast inns during the town's Golden Age years.

Except for his rooms and the first-floor parlor, Mr. Woodruff never went in any other part of the house, but it was his castle. All the family came to love their new home. It became the financial prosperity Sara envisioned and the security she scrupulously and shrewdly planned for.

White Gables today




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