Scott Lem on the CCC – January Meeting

CCC-poster 113x160The Federal Point Historic Preservation Society will hold its monthly meeting on Monday, January 18, 7:30 p.m. at the Federal Point History Center, 1121-A North Lake Park Blvd., adjacent to Carolina Beach Town Hall.

Our speaker will Scott Len, who will talk about a subject he has done a great deal of research on The Civilian Conservation Corps in the Lower Cape Fear. He will present a slide program titled: “CCC Camp Sapona.”

cccTENTRegaled with Civilian Conservation Corps stories told by his grandfather, who served at a camp in Utah during 1936, Scott Len has had an interest in the CCC camps since he was a boy.

In 2013, Scott retired from a 27 year career with the Federal Government. He and his wife Lisa decided to relocate to Southport where they had purchased the Doc Watson house several years before. Scott discovered that not only did Southport have a CCC camp of its own between 1934 and 1937, but it was physically located just yards from his own home.

Len will begin his talk with a broad overview of the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC), its background and inception, as well as the impact of this nationwide New Deal conservation program during its tenure from 1933 — 1942. He will explore the variety of work accomplished in North Carolina before zeroing in on the background and work projects of the camp located in Southport.


From the President: January, 2016

By Elaine HensonBannerman Cottage

A few weeks ago we asked for help identifying this 1944 photo of a house at 300 Lake Park Boulevard on the corner of Lake Park and present day Carl Winner Ave.

Thanks to Tommy Greene who confirmed the location with the Yacht Basin completed in 1929 in the background.

Also thanks to Robert Cole who identified it as the Bannerman Cottage or Bannerman Rooms and Apartments. Robert shared that his parents lived in one of the three to five cottages in the back c.1938 — 1939 when he was a preschooler. Many may remember his mother, Mrs. Adrienne Cole, who taught third, fourth and fifth grades at Carolina Beach Elementary School in the 1940s — 1960s. Robert has moved back to the beach after living away for many years and also led us to Scot Bannerman, grandson of the original owner. At one time Robert and Scot worked together.

Elaine HensonScot Bannerman’s grandfather was Hayden Bannerman; his father was Clifton whose siblings were William, James, Paul, David and Annie Mae Bannerman Marshman. Some of them helped out with the rooming house which was four to five rooms deep, much larger than it looks in the photo. Scot remembers living there all summer in 1967.

His father, aunt and uncles decided to sell the property when his grandfather died. According to tax records, the family sold the property November 21, 1970 to Humble Oil Company who built a service station on the site. Scot still has a door and some other woodwork from the house retrieved from the demolition. He and his family live in Pender County and operate a winery called Bannerman Vineyard.

For the past several years the corner property has been home to many restaurants.


Memories of Seabreeze

by Assata Shakur

Excerpted from: Assata: An Autobiography, Lawrence Hill Books, 1987

Born JoAnne Deborah Byron, Assata Shakur is the granddaughter of Frank and Lulu Freeman Hill. She was born in Jamaica, NY and when she was 3 the family moved back to Wilmington, North Carolina. In a number of places she uses alternate spelling and capitalization as quoted here.


Monte Carlo by the seaMy grandmother’s family lived in Seabreeze, outside of Wilmington, close to Carolina Beach. Their last name was Freeman, and they were famous for being high-strung, quick-tempered, and emotional. They seldom worked for anybody, choosing instead to live on the land their father had left them. They worked as farmers and fishermen, and they owned small stores. I have also heard that they were in the bootleg business.

My grandmother’s father was a Cherokee Indian. He died when my grandmother was very young. Nobody knows too much about him, except that, somehow, he acquired a great deal of land and left it to his children. The land was very valuable because much of it bordered either on the river or on the ocean. Everybody had a different theory about what my great-grandfather had done to acquire it. But it was because of this land that my grandparents had moved down South.

In 1950, the year we moved to Wilmington, the South was completely segregated. Black people were forbidden to go many places, and that included the beach. Sometimes they would travel all the way from South Carolina just to see the ocean. My grandparents decided to open a business on their land. It consisted of a restaurant, lockers where people could change their Seabreeze #1clothes and an area for dancing and hanging out.

The popular name for the beach was Bop City, although my grandparents insisted on calling it Freeman’s Beach…

For me, the beach was a wonderful place, and to this day there is no place on this earth that i love more. I have never seen a beach more beautiful than it was then, before they decided to build a canal right through the property of my grandparents. It is now just a pale shadow of what used to be, most of it destroyed by erosion.[1] But back then there were majestic sand dunes covered with tall sea grass where my cousins and i would build forts, houses, and, sometimes, cities. When time permitted, we spent hours hiding and making sneak attacks on one another. The sand was fine and clean and, in the beginning of summer, we could find just about every imaginable kind of sea shell. When the sun got too hot we would sit in the old blue jeep my grandfather drove and play with frilly things like paper dolls and teacups. After i learned to read, i would sit in the sun, under the huge hats my grandmother always made me wear, and read one book after another.

Every day there chores to do and there was no playing until they were completed. I did things like putting the potato chips on the racks, putting sodas in the cooler, wiping the tables clean, etc. When customers were there i would sell small stuff like potato chips, nabs, pickles, and pickled pigs’ feet. I would also set the tables and bring customers things they needed. But my main job was collecting fifty cents for parking. Because there was no road to our beach (the paved road ended with the white section), my grandparents had to pay for a dirt road and parking lot to be laid over the sand. Truckloads of dirt were brought in and a steamroller mashed it down so that it was hard enough to drive on. This was an expensive process so my grandfather decided to charge fifty cents for parking. I could count and make change at a very early age, so it was my job to collect the fifty-cents. During the week it wasn’t too time-consuming, but on the weekends, if the weather was nice, it was an all-day job.

Cars and buses of people came from all over North Carolina, South Carolina and Virginia. There were church groups, school groups, social clubs, women’s clubs, Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. All kinds of people would come to the beach, some with a little money and some you could tell were really poor. In all the years i spent on that beach, only one or two people hassled me. Most of them treated me very kindly, just like i was their kid.

The people who came to the beach fascinated me. I loved to see them come and go. After a while, i would recognize the regulars and it didn’t take me too long to learn their names. Some of them gave me tips, which i usually spent on the picolo (jukebox). There were lots of lovers and i spent some of my time spying on them in the parking lot, but they weren’t too interesting. All they did was squirm a lot. Checking license plates (i could recognize almost all of the states’ license plates on sight) and collecting bugs (i had a huge collection) were much more interesting. But watching families was better, on their picnics with their fried chicken, potato salads, and watermelons. Some of them looked so happy you could tell they didn’t get a chance to go to many picnics. And i was always on the watch for kids to play with when I wasn’t busy.

Then there were the goodtimers. Their cars smelled like whiskey. They would dance a lot, eat a lot, spend a lot on the piccolo, and many times i would wonder if they had made it home all right.

A lot of poor people came to the beach. Sometimes the floors of their raggedy old cars or trucks were half rotted out. Usually a lot of little children were with them and they wouldn’t have bathing suits. They went swimming in whatever clothes they had worn to the beach, and half the time the little kids wore nothing. Then there were those who came to put on airs, usually in the evening, all dressed up to eat dinner.

Seabreeze #2Many would say, “I can’t stand the sun,” “I’m too Black already, I ain’t goin’ out in no sun.” It was amazing the number of people who said they were too Black already. We looked at them like they were crazy because we loved the sun. But the umbrellas for rent went like hotcakes. Some people draped clothes and blankets around the umbrellas so that no light penetrated whatsoever. One lady always put a paper bag on her head and poked holes in it for her eyes. Some of the women refused to go near the water because they were afraid their hair would ‘go bad.’

One of the moving things for me was when someone saw the ocean for the first time. It was amazing to watch. They would stand there, in awe, overpowered and overwhelmed, as if they had come face to face with God or with the vastness of the universe. I remember one time a preacher brought an old lady to the beach. She was the oldest-looking person i had ever seen. She said that she just wanted to see the ocean before she died. She stood there in one spot for so long she looked like she was in a trance. Then, with the help of the preacher, she hobbled around, picked up the mundane shells and put them into her handkerchief as if they were the most precious things in the world.

I loved to eat (still do) and the beach was right up my alley. Right now, when i think of the fried chicken and fish dinners, my mouth starts to water. But what really sends me off is remembering those seafood platters with fish, shrimps, oysters, deviled crab, clam fritters, and French fries with lettuce and tomatoes on the side. If my memory is any good, i think they sold for $1.50.

Next to food, music was my love. Fats Domino, Nat King Cole, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, the Platters, Brook Benton, Bobby “Blue” Bland, James Brown, Dinah Washington, Maxine Brown, Big Maybelle were some of the people i listened to during those beach years. I loved to dance. They would play the music and i would dance my natural heart out. That was another way i seabreeze #3collected tips. People would egg me on, ‘Go on, gal, go. Boy, looket that little girl dance.’ But i loved to see people dance, too. Many a time my grandmother or grandfather had to call me out of the trance I was in watching somebody dance instead of doing my chores.

At night, my cousins, who sometimes came over to work on the beach, told ghost stories. They loved to tell them to me because i would get scared out of my wits. They would tell me about people who came back from the dead, about snakes that could crawl a hundred miles an hour and beat you to death with their tails, and about red phantoms and haints and all kinds of other horrible things. My imagination was vivid and before the night was over the sea grass turned to monsters and the wind made ghost howls.

[1] Editor’s note: She seems to have conflated the cutting of Snow’s Cut and the Carolina Beach Inlet but the result remains the same in the end.



Coastal K-9 Bakery

Featured Business Member
January, 2016

By Tony (Lem) Phillips

Coastal K-9 Bakery LogoHow could we speak of history without thinking now and then of the beloved pets which accompanied all the historic events and persons throughout? Even though the pets of those we revere and read about may not be mentioned, we know they must have existed. In fact, there is a very good story of one famous pooch who accompanied every single successful running of the Civil War blockade off Cape Fear with his master and then sailed off with him after the war.

Flash forward to today and we find that our pets are still loved and are treated as family. See one Ms. Jackie Oakes. She owns Coastal K-9 Bakery. That’s a bakery dedicated to baking needs for dogs, including beautiful cakes for all occasions, treats, and foods. She bakes them with eye appeal as well as mouthwatering aromas and they are even gluten-free.

gluten freeStop in and look around and you will see things that you never thought possible for your pet. You won’t leave empty handed and when you visit, please tell them that you much appreciate their support as a Business Member of the Federal Point History Center. They provide a very much needed and fun service for us all and we are very proud to include them on our Business Members Banner.

Here’s how to find them. They are located on Carolina Beach Road just south of Strickland’s Supply (Air Force Jet parked there) in Potter’s Square.


5941-D Carolina Beach Road
Wilmington, NC 28412
TF: 866.794.4014  FAX  910.794.4921

Hours of Operation: Monday thru Friday 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.
Closed  Saturday and Sunday

Society Notes – January 2016

Darlene Bright, History Center Director

  • The History Center recorded 40 visitors in December.
  • We had 41 in attendance at the wonderful Christmas potluck.
  • The gift shop took in $43.96 in December.
  • The History Center was used by Got-Em-On Live Bait Fishing Club and the UDC for their monthly meetings.


  • Don’t forget! If you take a trip with Wilmington Water Tours, please tell them you are a member of FPHPS! If you do, we get a portion of your ticket price. Call us 910-458-0502 or them 910-338-3134.


  • The Carolina Beach Walk of Fame Committee has selected 4 people to be inducted on January 30, 2016. The unveiling ceremony will be held at 2 p.m. at Carolina Beach Lake. This program recognizes people who have made a tangible and lasting contribution to the Town of Carolina Beach through their outstanding leadership and service.