Alabama Florida League Profiles – Edsel Johnson Interview Page 2

 
Edsel Johnson Interview – Page 2
Sr:     They had those concrete stands.   You know,
I enjoyed every minute of it, and I still do. We just got back from  Connecticut
a week
         ago. 
I’ve got a grandson playing league ball up there.  He plays for the Manchester
Silkworms.  That league is all college players.
        
Manchester’s right outside of Hartford. 
I saw two games up there, then a bunch of us chartered a bus and took it all
the way up to
         Keane, New
Hampshire, for a game on Saturday.  The people really back the team. 
All the players have part-time jobs furnished by
        
the towns, and the players live with the residents without
any charge for rent.
SP:   Tell me how you got started playing
ball.
Sr:    My daddy was a ballplayer, way back in the
20’s, I suppose, and he used to tell me about it.  He rode a bicycle from
where they lived,
         maybe
10 miles on a Sunday afternoon, to play.  Every community had a baseball
team back then, and he used to ride that bicycle
        
around to these places to play ball.  Even when I
was growing up, he had a pretty good curve ball.  Most folks remember him
as
         being a pitcher, but I
don’t remember him pitching, I remember him as an outfielder.  There were
no fences at the ball parks back
        
then, and me and Ottis used to tease him that if he could hit one out
into the piney woods, he might get to second base.  He wasn’t
        
very fast!   He worked out
at a Turpentine still in the rural area. He was the bookkeeper. Just about every
Saturday afternoon, we’d go
        
out in a field and shag fly balls all day long.  I used to go with him
to all these ball games on Sundays too.  One Sunday, we went
        
from Evergreen to Milton, Florida. 
I might have been 13 or so, and they only had 8 players, so I wound up in
center field.  I was just a
        
youngster with his overalls cut off at the knees, barefooted, mind you,
and I think I kind of fooled them when I got to bat.  I got a base
        
hit.  I just started from
there, I suppose.  We all loved baseball, it was born in us.  I played
baseball ever since.  Before we moved
        
back to the old home place in Evergreen, we lived in Atmore,
and the high school there didn’t have a baseball team.  I was in 7th
        
grade then, and the coach there
decided to start a team.  We all went about a block away from the school
and took shovels, hoes,
        
and rakes, built a backstop, got all the grass off the infield, made it all
level.  I didn’t get to play much because there were too many
        
boys larger, older, heavier than I was. 
Then I moved to Evergreen and they didn’t have a team there.  I’d
still go out and play ball every
        
afternoon after school.  We’d go over to Georgiana, about 30 miles
up the road, just us boys, no coach, no uniforms, and we’d play
        
Georgiana.  Then the school finally
picked it up.  Then around 1941-42, we had a team in town.  We’d
just pick up anybody that
        
wanted to play.  There was a manufacturing company there, made vehicles for
the Army.  Every Thursday afternoon, the businesses
        
would close early, and we’d go up and play each
other.  Then in my senior year, I went to work at a service station, and
the man who
         owned the
service station was the manager of our baseball club.  He wanted me to go
to Birmingham and try out for Cincinnati at a
        
baseball camp up there.  I went there, it was a week
long, and about the second or third day of the school, the man running the
        
school called two of us over
and set us down in the stands.  I thought, « Oh boy, we’re gonna be sent home
already ».  I said to the
        
other boy, « What did you do? », and he said, « I didn’t do nothing ». 
I said, « That might be what this is about, we didn’t do nothing
        
worthwhile ».  They told us to rest
a while and that we’d done enough running, and that they knew we could run and
field.  Well, we
        
stayed up there the week and we made the cut.  We got to play against the
Birmingham Barons that night, and afterwards they
        
offered me a contract to play with some Class C club way
up north of New York somewhere.  I had two weeks before I’d be eighteen
        
years old and the draft
was coming, so I figured I’d be better getting drafted where they knew me, not
way up there, so I joined the
        
Navy back in Evergreen.  Ottis was already in the Navy, and stationed
in South Dakota.  I played softball while in the Navy.  We were
        
overseas in England, just before
the invasion of Omaha Beach, and we had a couple good softball teams there. 
Well, our ship got
        
ready to come home, and one of the sub chasers was going to stay over there. 
They asked if I’d stay and play softball.  They
        
wouldn’t give me any duties, just play. 
I said, « Sorry, but I’m going home! ».  You know,  we never quit playing
ball.  I have never been
        
hurt, even the least bit, in the whole time I played. I did try catching
without a cup once, and that was a bad idea.  I found out that
        
don’t work.
SP:   
Did Ottis play professionally first?
Sr:     I did. 
I didn’t go to college, I got that job with Southern Bell.  After
I came back from the war, it was December, and I didn’t have a job
        
yet, so I went back to Southern Bell
and they hired me back right away.  Then we started playing semi-pro ball
in Brewton, where I
         was
working, and we had a pretty good team. Lots of pitching.  One kid had pitched
for University Of Alabama.  Well, one day while I
        
was doing phone repair work at this business,
the manager said to me that the board of directors of the Brewton team wanted
to talk
         with me about playing
for them.  I said, « I don’t know, I’m already getting off on Thursday
afternoon to play and playing on Sundays, I
        
don’t think the telephone company’s gonna go for that, but
I will if you can convince them to let me ».  A day or two later, they got
an
         okay for me to play,
so I told them that would suite me just fine to play for them. That was maybe three
or four weeks into the
        
season, and I played all that season. Oh, and I played under my right name,
too!  Some folks don’t think I did because they put out
        
this book back then and they can’t find my
name in it.  The only proof I could show them was I got a lifetime membership
in the
         baseball union
that they have now. 
SP:   Ottis was in school at Troy. 
Did he plan to make a career of baseball?
Sr:    
I think so.  He played for three years at Troy.
JB:   
Where was he coaching when he was playing ball up there?
Sr:    
His first year was in Lincoln, Alabama, near Birmingham.  He
coached there.  Then he got a job up at Midland City.
JB:    
I think he took Roy Knapp’s place over there.
Sr:    
The night he got hit, Dad and I were planning on driving over from
Evergreen to Headland to see him after the game, and just as we
        
were leaving, they had called Louise (Ottis’
wife) and said they were taking him to the hospital.  I’ll bet you the
whole time I played
         baseball,
I might have gotten hit three times, but Ottis was getting hit all the
time.  He stood in there, he was tough.  He played
        
football, you know.
JB:   
They didn’t have bating helmets either.
Sr:    You know,
about three weeks after that,  we were playing in either Jacksonville, Alabama,
or Thomasville, Alabama,  and they had a
        
pitcher from Mississippi Southern that had already
signed a major contract.  He could throw a fastball.  That ball came
right on up
         and brushed
the bill of my cap.  I struck out.  I didn’t care where the pitches were,
I was gonna swing and get outta there.  I got my
        
three strikes over with and got out.
SP:  
Lot’s of players got hit playing ball.  When did you realize
that Ottis’ situation  was something else?
Sr:    After
he was in the hospital about a week. 
JB:    If they
had the health facilities, the equipment, and the know-how that they do now,
he might of survived it.
Jr:     You know Sam (the doctor
who cared for Johnson) operated on his brain…
JB:   
Well Sam would try anything.
Jr:     We did not not know
that until we were settling my grandmother’s estate and we had to go to Montgomery
and get his death
        
certificate…
JB:    And Sam signed it?
Jr:    
Sam signed it saying that he operated on his brain.
Sr:   
The surgery must have been pretty good because he (Ottis) hung on
for a couple of days. They say he died of what we used to call
        
« Wet Brain »:  All the fluid going
to the brain.
JB:    Yeah, that’s the body’s mechanism for
protecting a brain injury for all the fluid to go up there.  You’ve got to
get that swelling down.
Jr:      I can remember
when we pulled up in front of that hospital, and we couldn’t go in the hospital
at that time, and Granny was with us.
        
They had Ottis in that front room…
Sr:    
Yeah, the front room on the right…
Jr:     
We sat out on a swing out front of that hospital, and all I could here was that
recessitator going up and down…

JB:    
Was
that Fraser-Adams
Hospital?
Jr:      No, it was Moody Hospital.
JB:    
Oh, that’s where I was born.  That’s right,
Sam was affiliated with them.
Jr:      Well, Paul
Flowers was our medical consultant (at the convalescent home where Edsel Jr. works)
here for years and he knew Ottis’
         
situation.  Actually, I had thought he was the one who
treated Ottis, but he was not.
JB:     Flowers knew
everything that was going on in Dothan, nothing got past him.
Jr:     
He’s a fine man.
JB:     Yeah, Paul
was a dear friend.
SP:    Edsel, did the accident affect
your desire to play?
Sr:     Only that one time when
that ball took my cap bill off.  That’s just part of baseball.  My grandson
that I mentioned is up in 
        
Connecticut pitching, we had a talk with him at that because when
he was a youngster playing little league, he used to come up to
        
bat thinking, « It ain’t gonna hurt me »,
and he tell folks, « My grandad’s brother got hit, I wanna get hit too ». 
Well, we needed to have a
        
serious talk right then and there with him about getting out of the way of that
ball.  Now he realizes it, after he’s hit several players.
        
He’s even hit the umpire!.
JB:   
(Looking at another picture) You know, Sam Williams and Onion
(Spencer Davis) roomed together for a while……
Sr:    
Oh, I’ve hit against Onion…
JB:    Onion was a tough
left-hander, wasn’t he?
Sr:     That ball would start
way up yonder then come right down…
JB:    He and Sam wound
up coaching together in Bainbridge, Georgia, for a while.
Jr:    
John here is the person who got me in touch with Jack Clifton…

The Moody Building today (left) is no longer used as a hospital. 
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Ottis’
room