In the summer of 2009, my father (Frank Edwards ’88) brought my brother (Turner Edwards ’ 22) andme to the inaugural Father-Son Basketball Camp, andmy eight-year-old self almost immediately fell in lovewith the school, or, as I saw it at the time, the sportsplayground.
Woodberry has taught me how to be a member of ateam, and I attribute the foundation of that learningto Coach Alexander and my counselors from fouryears of Sports Camp. Coach Braswell, Coach Dawson,and Coach Hogan have further helped me figure outhow to be the best teammate possible. While I neverwon a championship at Sports Camp, compared tomy brothers’ and dad’s combined total of almost ten, Icame away learning that Woodberry boys value eachand every relationship with one another just as muchas they do winning. Woodberry forced that idea intomy father, as well, and he led me along a similar path.
As a student, I have come to appreciate every teamto which I belong, whether that’s the golf team, myEnglish 400 class taught by the one and only JohnReimers, the prefect board, each of my halls, and, ofcourse, the class of 2020. As we see our four yearstogether coming to an end, I keep reminiscing aboutour countless hours down by the river as we attemptedflips off the rope swing, our wrestling matches inWalker Owens and Jack Malone’s room in the beautifulsweat box known as Upper Taylor, or the times webothered our favorite man on campus, Albert Morton,as we screamed at college football in the Fir Tree.
Speaking of the Fir Tree, it sure has changed inmy time here, as has the entire Walker Building.When my father lived on C Dorm in 1985, and I livedjust down the hall in 2017, we had strikingly similarexperiences as we learned just how much freedomwe had. After sending a golf ball through a windowto plummet over fifty feet down to Tiger Square, Ilearned that I couldn’t get away with that much. Andon new Walker, I hope future sophomore classes cometogether like ours did, except those lucky guys willhave air conditioning.
When we hear the bagpipes play in front of TheResidence as we wait to receive our diplomas, I willbe leaving a place I have attended for either schoolor camp for ten straight years. More than anything, Iwill miss so many of the wonderful relationships I’vemade. But that’s the beauty of Woodberry. They won’tbe coming to an end — just hitting the pause button.Amici usque ad aras, friends until the end, and I’llalways be part of the best brotherhood in the world.
One Tiger’s Tale:
Hughes Edwards ’ 20
Prefect • Varsity football, basketball, and golf • Concert band