Charles Wilson Doughtie Jr.

  General Notes:

Approximate birth date is from census records and exact birth and death data are from the Social Security Death Index for Charles W. Doughtie:
Charles W. Doughtie SSN: 226-14-7658 Last Residence: 29928 Hilton Head Island, Beaufort, South Carolina, United States of America Born: 5 Oct 1921 Died: 13 Apr 2002 State (Year) SSN issued: Virginia (Before 1951)


From:
VIRGINIA HISTORICAL SOCIETY
THE CENTER FOR VIRGINIA HISTORY
Annual Report for 2002
Fifteen large format black-and-white photographic prints of stevedores on the Norfolk & Western docks at Norfolk, taken by fifteen-year-old Charles W. Doughtie in 1936 for the Norfolk Virginian-Pilot. Gift of Timothy C. Doughtie, Hilton Head, S.C.
[This establishes Timothy C. Doughtie of Hilton Head, SC as his son.]

The Obituary for Timothy C. Doughtie
Published Monday, October 2, 2006
Timothy C. Doughtie, 61, of Hilton Head Island died Sunday, Oct. 1, 2006 after a short illness at his home in Sea Pines Plantation surrounded by his family and friends.
Mr. Doughtie was born June 4, 1945, in Cleveland. He spent much of his childhood in New Canaan, Conn. In 1961, he moved with his family to Hilton Head Island. The Doughties became mainstays of the community, establishing The Island Shop at the Hilton Head Inn and assisting in the growth process of the new community.
Mr. Doughtie graduated from Savannah Country Day School, and attended Bethany College. He enlisted in the U.S. Air Force and served in the United States and Wiesbaden, Germany. While on leave, he met and married Betsy Elizabeth Doughtie. Upon returning from the service, they set up house on Hilton Head in 1970.
Mr. Doughtie began his career at the Sea Pines Company, where he worked in communications and graphic design. In 1974, Mr. Doughtie opened his own advertising and design agency, Bulls Eye Productions. He expanded this company into the larger TCD/Advertising, which later became Gardo, Doughtie and Rose. In 1989, Mr. Doughtie left the advertising business and, in partnership with Jim Morgan, established High Cotton Enterprises.
Mr. Doughtie garnered many accolades, distinguishing himself by serving on the Hospital Board, the Community Foundation Board, The Island School Council, and the Board of Hospice Care of the Low Country.
Mr. Doughtie is survived by his wife of 39 years, Betsy Elizabeth Doughtie; one son, Mathew Doughtie of Chicago; two brothers, Dan Doughtie of Saluda, N.C., and Collins Doughtie of Bluffton; and a sister, Grace Doughtie of Indian Habour Beach, Fla.
He was predeceased by a sister, Alice Glenn Doughtie; and his parents Charles Doughtie and Sallie Doughtie.
A public memorial service will be held at 3 p.m. Sunday at the Hilton Head Island High School Performing Arts Center.
Memorial contributions may be made to: The Charlotte Heinrichs Endowment Fund, Deep Well Project, P.O. Box 5543, Hilton Head Island, SC 29938; Angel Flights Georgia, 2000 Airport Road, Suite 227, Atlanta, GA 30341; or Hospice Care of The Lowcountry, 119 Palmetto Way, P.O. Box 3827, Bluffton, SC 29910.


THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1994, Landmark Communications, Inc.

DATE: TUESDAY, June 21, 1994 TAG: 9406210299
SECTION: LOCAL PAGE: B2 EDITION: FINAL
SOURCE: IRVINGTON
DATELINE: 940621

MARGARET T. DOUGHTIE
Margaret Thompson Doughtie, died June 19, 1994, after a long and gallant battle with cancer first joined back in 1967 when she was forty years old.
Before her marriage she was a proofreader and copy editor in New York City. Born in Los Angeles, Calif., she was educated at the University of California, Berkeley, where she majored in art history. She had a lifetime love for fine music, and was a thoughtful opponent of bigotry and of race discrimination in any form.
Born Margaret Aileen Thompson, she was the second of two daughters of Allan Kerr Thompson, who worked as an engineer on the Hoover Dam project, and Lenorah Darrow Thompson, a relative of Clarence Darrow. Mrs. Doughtie lived successively in Hilton Head Island, S.C.; Lexington, Va.; Mountain Home, Ark.; Seattle, Wa.; and Chapel Hill, N.C., with her friend and husband of seventeen years, Charles Wilson Doughtie, who survives her as does a niece, Dr. Laura Beecher of Port Washington, N.Y.; and a sister, Darcy Gottlieb of Coral Gables, Fla.
Memorials may be made to the Rappahannock Westminster-Canterbury Foundation, Irvington, Va. Services will be private. Currie Funeral Home, Kilmarnock, Va., is handling the arrangements.

  Research Notes:

From http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=13143197
Charles Wilson Doughtie
Birth: Oct. 5, 1921 Norfolk City, Virginia
Death: Apr. 13, 2002 Hilton Head Island, Beaufort County, South Carolina

Son of the late surgeon Dr. Charles Doughtie and Alice Smith of Spartanburg, SC. He was educated at the Virginia Episcopal School and the Universities of Virginia and Michigan where he volunteered for the Army Air Corps at the outbreak of World War 11 and flew combat with the 90th Heavy Bomb Group in New Guinea as an aerial gunner officer on B-24's.He was creative director and copywriter at Kudner Advertising in New York City and created national advertising of General Motors and Goodyear and Eisenhower's first presidential campaign. He wrote From The Catbird Seat, a nonfiction book, and children's books, Gabriel Wrinkles and High Henry, published by Dodd-Mead.
He was a founder of St. Luke's Episcopal Church, served on the building committee and as a vestryman and senior warden. He was instrumental in creating the Island Human Relations Council, the annual Labor Day Auction for the schools, The St. Luke's Tour of Homes and The Alice Glenn Doughtie Good Citizenship Award. He served on the boards of the United Way, Hilton Head Hospital and Bank of Beaufort. He was preceded in death by his first wife of 32 years, Sarah Rogers Collins and by his second, Margaret Aileen Thompson who died in 1995.

Burial:
Cremated, Ashes scattered.
Specifically: Hurricane Ridge, Washington




A December 17, 1962 Story from Sorts Illustrated:
At 41 years of age Charles Wilson Doughtie is an exuberant, cultivated man who has a wife and five children, a protean and spacious zest for living and, for the time being anyway, no job. A year ago he had a paid-for house in New Canaan, Conn., was working for a major Madison Avenue advertising agency (as creative supervisor he was responsible for such snappers as "Bring out the best in bourbon\emdash bring out the Bellows"), had an income of $35,000 and, by calculations he enjoys retailing, a vested interest in the New Haven Railroad, on whose commuter trains he had sat for an elapsed time of 2? years, or, in mileage, the equivalent of 16 times around the earth. Suddenly, sizing up these facts and figures as ridiculous propositions, he chucked his job, sold the house and moved his family to a piece of South Carolina real estate named Hilton Head Island, which, in recent years, has been reclaimed from swamps and boll weevils looking for a home. The site Doughtie found and bought (for $9,000) faces the Atlantic Ocean and lies within an area on the island called Sea Pines Plantation. For settling there, Doughtie's friends said right out loud that he had lost his mind. He replied that if he's crazy it is only to the extent that he waited so long to make his break with civilization.

Sea Pines Plantation on Hilton Head Island is a housing development, although one manifestly distinct from the developments commonly seen nowadays. The island is a strikingly comely parcel of land (see map page 58) lying a few leagues off the Carolina mainland about 30 miles north of Savannah, Ga. At Sea Pines the ocean pounds against four miles of pearl-gray, slate-smooth sand; live oaks, Sabal palms and magnolias sough soulfully in the forests; a golf course makes its way lazily over lagoons and through the woods; roads, with no place to go, go placidly; and the birds make music all the day. The climate is subtropical (53.4? is the wintertime average) and, for the young, the middle-aged and the retired, the rich and not rich, who live there, there is nothing much to do but enjoy yourself \emdash your work as well as your leisure. These people have, accordingly, found what more and more Americans now seem to be seeking: an escape from overpopulated, over-mechanized, overregimented urban and suburban centers. They have found not only a place to live but, in the bargain, a place to play golf, fish and sail, swim, ride horseback, even pick oysters and hunt \emdash and all just around the neighborhood corner.

Such leisure-oriented communities as Sea Pines, or recreational land developments, as they are called, are flourishing like green stamps and are being opened up on both coasts and in between. Different in particulars, they share in generalities. They are not the fashionable, financially and socially exclusive Newports and Tuxedo Parks of 60 years ago or the Sea Islands that developed in the 1920s. And they are not merely bedroom communities with a neighborhood gym, or impersonal resorts to be visited on the fly. Ideally, the new leisure communities strive to capture the best of suburb and resort, and, for those succeeding, the future looks like the kind that will send the developers themselves off to early retirement.

The safest risks, perhaps, are those communities convenient to cities \emdash where the homeowner can pretty nearly have his cake and eat it. The more isolated developments, like Sea Pines, anticipate the day when shock waves of the population explosion will engulf them. Meanwhile, they depend on hard-sell promotion to tap the booming growth of Americans' discretionary or disposable income \emdash that income not specifically tagged for the necessities of food, clothing and shelter. By 1970, market research predictions run, Americans will earn as much disposable income as they spent altogether eight years ago. And 80% of this throw-away money will be earned by people making $10,000 and up \emdash precisely the sports-prone people Sea Pines and similar developments are after. These upper-income families who once bought a second car can even now afford a second boat beside their second house.

Such people are moving into communities like these: Marin Bay \emdash Consisting of almost 2,300 handsomely turned out acres of shoreland and wooded hills, this community sits on a spit of land in San Pablo Bay about 30 minutes by car north of San Francisco. The salubrious life here will revolve around golf (with homesites on the fairway borders), swimming, boating, fishing, riding and country club activities. The architecture of the homes (80 are built) is controlled by the developers to assure that it is "consonant with the beauty of the land," which no PR man has to say is socko. Because of the proximity of San Francisco and Oakland, it ought to be a simple matter for commuters to live here, and to afford the land that ranges from $9,000 to $35,000 per lot. Lou Perini, part-owner of the Milwaukee Braves, is co-developer of Marin Bay.

Ginger Creek \emdash All townsfolk dream of living in the country, claim the developers of this village off in one corner of Paul Butler's mammoth, $200 million Oak Brook development outside Chicago (SI, Oct. 22). However, only 181 country-dreaming families can be accommodated in Ginger Creek ("It was planned that way to preserve the natural tranquillity," says a brochure) and so far 42 have bought lots and 20 homes are built or are abuilding. Ginger Creek, a leisure community within the pulsing Oak Brook complex of play and profit, can offer residents three golf courses, a private airport, fox hunting and game shooting, water sports and, should the demand arise, 14 polo fields. Chicago's Loop, where the money is, is 20 minutes away. New Seabury \emdash The developers of this community on the south shore of Cape Cod are so determined to preserve the natural good looks of their holdings that contractors are fined $100 per caliper inch for the first tree they maim or kill and are fired outright for the second. There are 16 miles of waterfront, plus forests, cranberry bogs, salt marshes and wildlife sanctuaries in the 3,000-acre community between Falmouth and Hyannis, now in its second year of development. Sixty-five lots have been sold at New Seabury and 10 houses built. The pitch here is to 16,000 Americans "who don't want to join the herd, but who don't want to become hermits, either," and planned for those who qualify are two golf courses, four beach clubs, "Woodland Walkways" and an inland waterway gas-lighted for nighttime sailors. Not wishing to become all things to all men, New Seabury talks of separate villages, with characteristics and recreation facilities of their own.

Laguna Niguel \emdash The idea behind this huge development \emdash virtually a city \emdash 45 miles south of Los Angeles, was of a community that a person would never have to leave to find recreation. Laguna Niguel, when fully developed, will have lake boating, ocean swimming, golf, horseback riding, tennis and hiking trails. Ultimately, the company hopes, the number of people who will avail themselves of these facilities will come to 30,000. Architectural controls are applied to all housing, and costs cover a wide latitude of middle and upper incomes. Because of its size and location (a freeway whistles along one side and a six-lane road will run through the heart of the project), Laguna Niguel is not exactly a sheltered retreat, but then we're talking a bout southern California, a contradiction of the term.

The Sea Pines development is second to none of these. The 5,200 acres that comprise it are situated on shoe-shaped Hilton Head from the southerly toe up to the bottom laces. A city of comparable size, Trenton, N.J., say, might squeeze in as many as 115,000 residents, but Sea Pines, under current plans, will limit itself to 1,200 homes. Building lots face the ocean or a backside bay, the golf course fairways or, through a shield of forest, one another and range from $2,500 to $11,000 with an average cost of $4,500. Total value, at today's selling prices, comes to $7? million. So far (Sea Pines is barely five years old), 400 lots have been sold to 300 owners from 31 states and seven countries. Seventy-four homes, from year-round houses to vacation cottages, have been built on land that before was uninhabited and as feral as the deer still stalking it.

Charles Doughtie is not, of course, the sort you will spot behind every tree on Hilton Head Island \emdash for the time being, anyway. It takes a bold man to uproot a seven-member family and forswear the big city's profits and pressures. But Doughtie, fairly overflowing in boldness, expects others to follow his example. "Those who stayed behind to laugh," says he, "are beginning to think I outsmarted them \emdash which I did. When they make up their minds to move here, too, somebody's got to sell them the land, so it might as well be me." In the meantime, Doughtie and his wife Sallie have other plans. They soon will open a shop in Sea Pines where, "like Indians in blankets," they will sell books, antiques and paintings sent to them by Doughtie's advertising art director friends still shackled to their Madison Avenue drawing boards. Doughtie will also continue to write children's books; he has had three published already. "If once, just once, I begin to miss New York, I'll know I'm coming down with some tropical island bug," he says. "I've never had so much fun before in my life."

Others already at Sea Pines seem to share the Doughties' satisfaction. One Schenectady couple, for example, spent 10 years scouting Florida for a retirement home, decided to build on Hilton Head the first time they saw it. Another man, not about to retire (he's 27), has built a $60,000 home on the beach for weekends and vacations from his executive job in nearby Savannah. A third, aberrant when it comes to golf, lives in St. Paul, Minn. but is building a home facing a Sea Pines fairway. A fourth, a fisherman, lived in Boston, now has built a house in Sea Pines just yards from the ocean's edge. An artist, who left a family chemical business to move to the island to paint, says: "It was a frightening idea at first, but we have never regretted the decision since." One way the company hopes to prevent later regrets by Sea Pines homeowners is by screening prospective buyers for what it subjectively judges to be community compatibility. There are many people who don't care about passing such a test but, refreshingly, any considerations of conspicuous affluence and religion are given no weight by the Sea Pines management.

Charles married Sarah (Sallie) Rodgers Collins. (Sarah (Sallie) Rodgers Collins was born on 2 Jun 1924, died on 6 Sep 1986 and was buried in Six Oaks Cemetery, Beaufort Co., SC.)

Charles next married Margaret Aileen Thompson in 1977 in Hilton Head Island, Beaufort Co., South Carolina. (Margaret Aileen Thompson was born on 6 Nov 1926 in Los Angeles City, California and died on 19 Jun 1994 in Irvington, Lancaster Co., VA.)