David B. Levy, Professor Emeritus, Department of Music
The Wake Forest Department of Music, and I personally, could not have had a stronger advocate than Ed Wilson, for which we all are eternally grateful. As part of one of my research projects concerning Beethoven reception in England, Ed kindly allowed me to audit his British Romantic Poets class. The subject of my research was a journalist/music critic named Thomas M. Alsager, who was a member of the Keats circle, Indeed, Alsager was the owner of a copy of Chapman’s Homer that led to the creation of Keats’ “In First Looking into Chapman’s Homer.” Ed’s life and career was a priceless and irreplaceable gift to Wake Forest and the Winston-Salem community.
Sebastian L. St Ivory ’17
Provost Wilson left a remarkable impression on me early in my life, long before I became a Demon Deacon. I was visiting Wake Forest as a young child with my dad (a Wake Forest English major Class of 1985), and we ran into Provost Wilson, who remembered my dad, even twenty years after graduating. I remember him striking up a conversation with my dad and I, in the friendly, cheerful manner he was so known for. Even though I was only nine at the time, he took an interest in me, and what I was interested in academically and personally. He concluded the conversation by saying he couldn’t wait to see me at Wake Forest one day. I told my dad after the fact, that he was “recruiting me” to Wake Forest. Years later, that became my destiny when I was admitted Early Decision to WFU. I’ve never looked back. I remember visiting him in the library soon after my matriculation in the Fall of 2013, and he was incredibly gracious with his time and spirit. As someone who is now in college admissions — and hope to soon be in college counseling — this story remains at the forefront of my mind as I guide students through their collegiate search process.
Thoughts to his family. And the whole Wake Forest family who won’t soon forget him.
Julie Van Camp
Dear Emily and family, Three generations of Van Camps (Julie and Rip, son Tom, and granddaughter Rachael) are so blessed to have had Ed Wilson in our lives. “A man of extraordinary character, grace and wisdoms” says it so well. Expect to see you May 3. Love, Julie
Matt Imboden
I vividly remember sitting as a newly admitted first-year student during my first few days of orientation to Wake Forest, and hearing Dr. Wilson recite and explore Yeats’s ‘Sailing to Byzantium’ — connecting its meaning to the transition happening in my own life at that time and prompting me to think about how fortunate I felt to be in such a special place.
I’m so grateful for the insights into the heart of Wake Forest that Dr. Wilson helped me to see, important treasures that I still carry with me today.
Edwin “Stuart” Powell, Jr., MA, ’71
When I entered the Graduate School in the Summer of 1969, I met Dr. Wilson. We both were from Rockingham County, North Carolina and had some common acquaintances. He took me under is metaphorical wing and we had numerous conversations. In the Fall of 1970 and the Spring 1971, I was in my second year of graduate studies and had the opportunity to audit both of Dr. Wilson’s English courses, Romantic Poets and Blake, Yeats, and Thomas. It was one of my most memorable educational experiences. I occasionally reread some of the works covered in his courses and the voice in my head to that of Dr. Wilson melodic recitation of his beloved verse. Also Dr. Wilson sat on my oral examination of my degree. In an almost four-hour oral examination by six esteemed Doctors in the fields of study, Dr. Wilson asked the one most insightful question that went to the heart of my research and to which I had to most trouble responding. Realizing the question was over my head, he was too kind and generous to press me on the issue. I cannot think of a more brilliant, insightful, kind or gentle person in my acquaintance in more than three quarters of a century on this planet.
STEVE MAYO ‘87
Brilliant, wise, humble and kind. These are the words that come to mind when I think of Dr. Wilson. Mentor, teacher and friend is what Dr. Wilson was for me. Even though he was very busy and in demand, he always made time for me, even after I graduated. I am grateful for every moment I had with Dr. Wilson and thankful for his impact on my life. I am sure he heard the words, “Well done, good & faithful servant” when he entered heaven. A truly great man.
Hallie Arrington Hearn ’76, ’88
I loved and respected Ed Wilson for so many reasons, the first being that he loved the original-campus-Wake Forest almost as much as I do. It always warmed my heart to hear him regale stories of places and people that I knew (including my parents) so well. After I graduated WFU, I was fortunate to become a “junior colleague” of his in the WFU administration; but he was never condescending or too busy to discuss some major or minor academic situation with me (I don’t think he would even know how to be). After I moved back to “the holy land”, I would see him at Wake Forest Birthplace events. He was just as friendly and happy to see me as if I were a member of his family. I can also clearly hear in my head his pertinent and caring eulogies for so many in the Wake Forest community. It must have been difficult for him to remember so eloquently those with whom he shared such friendship. Prayers for the one(s) who must deliver the eulogy for him! Love and appreciation to Emily and the rest of the Wilsons for sharing him with us for so long.
Christopher Garner, ’86
Wake Forest and the world just lost a truly beautiful soul. As an undergraduate English major from 1982-86, I took two poetry classes from Professor Wilson; he fostered in me a lifetime love of Keats, Yeats, Blake, and Shelley. I am now an English teacher of many years; while I have never been able to match the inspiration, the kindness, or the wisdom of this gentleman, he stands before me in my memory and imagination as a standard I can only aspire to. My condolences to his family and to the university for this loss.
Beverly P Whisnant
Ed Wilson was such a strong friend and advocate for the Wake Forest College Birthplace in the Calvin Jones House in Wake Forest where the college began. I knew him at Wake Forest Historical Museum events at the Birthplace where I heard over and over again words of pure devotion and admiration from people who knew him all of his career. As a late comer, a resident of Wake Forest who volunteered for 30 years at the Birthplace, I didn’t experience a relaltionship with him on a day to day basis; however, he was a giant in our eyes because he gave so much of his presence and spirit to the perpetuation of the Wake Forest College Birthplace story. What a loss to so many. What a life he lived!
E. Andrew Lee, (M.A. 1992)
What a remarkable man of generous spirit and selfless service to others! I took three literature classes with Dr. Wilson during my two years in the M.A. in English program, and they were magical. One day he invited to take me to lunch at the Village Tavern. I was astounded and grateful that he wanted to get to know more about my life and dreams. I thought, “This is exactly what I want to be like one day when I become a professor.” He made all of his students feel seen, heard, and special. During our lunch, he shared anecdotes which left me wide-eyed and asking him to repeat it in case I had heard him wrong. Some of his remarks were, “A few years ago I sat at this same table with Mortimer Adler,” and “When I was a student at Harvard, I ran into T.S. Eliot after hearing him read poetry.” Just amazing, as was he in every regard. Ten years after graduating, I sent him a photo of my family with a note of gratitude, and he graciously sent a handwritten letter back which I cherish to this day. I thank God for Ed Wilson’s life and legacy, and for making an impact on countless lives like mine.
John Gillon ’76
Provost Wilson’s successor, David Brown, related that Provost Wilson has told him that “Wake Forest is a place of exceptions and not of rules.” I think that means a commitment to help realize the full potential of every individual. God bless you, Ed Wilson, and thank you for your lifetime of service to Wake Forest and its people.
Mary Jo Sweeney
Getting into Dr. Wilson’s class was a “WFU must do,” and it merited every bit of its hype. Just listening to him, soaking up the insights and the learning, admiring his love of the subject and his endless knowledge, was a true Wake Forest experience in learning. It and my creative writing seminar with Dr. Angelou are my two most memorable Wake classroom experiences, among so many high-quality others.
I don’t think he ever forgot a face in his classes. I saw him everywhere on campus, and he always offered a friendly hello and how are you.
My senior year, in the spring of 1977, when I had made a momentous decision to forego graduate school after graduation and was headed to the Navy’s Officer Candidate School in Newport, RI, in the late summer of 1977 (a choice not popular with some of my profs in those days), I ran into him on the Quad (where else). I had gotten restless, felt like I had places to go, people to meet, things to do, and not in a classroom setting. He remembered my class year and asked what my plans were. That was the first I knew he had been a Navy officer himself, and he told me “The Navy will be the making of you. Go do it. You will learn a lot about yourself. If you want to go to grad school after that, there will be plenty of opportunity, and we will be here to help you.” I always wished I could run into him just one more time, to tell him my 26 years as a career Navy officer had done exactly what he said it would do, and that I was sure my servant leadership philosophy as a senior naval officer was rooted in the Pro Humanitate spirit I had soaked up at Wake Forest.
I am glad he was on this earth for so long, no doubt giving of himself to the very end, to the institution and students who were his family too.
My sincerest condolences to Dr. Wilson’s family on his passing. I hope these stories bring you joy and tears as you gain new insights into the true greatness of the man you knew as a family member.
Ralph Wood
Ed Wilson gave me my academic start for what would become a fifty-year career in the collegiate classroom. Permit to recount but a few of the ways in which he made it all possible.
In 1971, he hired me (an Episcopalian) as only the second non-Baptist to teach in the long history of the Religion Department. He also walked with me patiently during my hard four-year struggle to finish my dissertation from the University of Chicago–never losing faith in my scholarly future.
My family and I had never visited Europe, and we had no prospects of doing so. Yet in 1976 Ed selected me to direct Casa Artom in Venice, and then provided the funds for me to spend the spring semester in Florence working on my Italian in order to become a better teacher of Dante. Again in 1978, he chose me to lead Wake Forest students (along with former President James Ralph Scales) in their studies at the Worrell House in Hampstead. Once more, he enabled me to remain in London for another term in order work with with prominent British theologians at King’s College in the Strand.
During my 26 years at Wake Forest, Ed opened many other doors for me, far too numerous to name. For example, he invited me to choose two other professors (I selected Gregory Pritchard and Marcus Hester) to join me for an NEH-sponsored seminar at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. It was led by a distinguished professor from Columbia University.
I could ramble on but must cease. Suffice it to say that I owe Ed Wilson an unpayable debt.
Paul Escott
Ed Wilson interviewed me in 1988 when I was a candidate for a professorship. His warm, friendly manner helped convince me that I should make the move to Wake Forest. Later, when I was in the administration, I worked with him on numerous occasions. Our personalities and manners were different, and he probably found me blunt or insufficiently courteous at time. I certainly could not match his more gracious style. But it was always a pleasure to work with and associate with him — an experience that so many have had.
Kathy Heaphy, Class of 1981
I took Ed’s course on William Butler Yeats and Yeats has been my favorite poet ever since. I can still recite several poems! Usually one says condolences when someone dies. To live until 101 and to have touched so many lives and hearts is the sign of a life well lived. Thank you, God, for the gift of Ed Wilson! My sincerest sympathies to his family.
Dan Locklair
Paula and I are deeply saddened by this news of Ed’s death. His importance to Wake Forest and his impact on the school cannot be overstated. He was a giant! On a personal level, I owe him my career at Wake Forest, since he was Provost when I was hired. Over the years, he became a valued friend.
RIP, dear Ed.
Laura Lyons Bailet, M.A., 1979
Dr. Wilson has a profound impact on my life through his English literature courses and his mentorship. He was never in a hurry when speaking with students, and he always had a smile for us. Every student who crossed his path was treated with interest and respect. His lectures were renowned for their incredible structure, insights, and inspiration. Even now when I read a Yeats poem, I can still hear Dr. Wilson’s voice. Not many universities have a faculty member/administrator who served so long, so well, and with such wisdom. His passing is a tremendous loss, but the legacy he leaves behind will continue to serve the WFU community for many years to come.
Molly Lineberger
One of my fondest memories is of sitting on Provost Wilson’s living room floor one evening, after a spaghetti supper delivered from the Pit, and reading Dylan Thomas’s play, Under Milk Wood, aloud with classmates. Ed’s warmth, captivating lectures, and love of literature inspired me to plan my class schedule around whatever he was teaching in a given semester. In one class, he asked that each of us make an appointment with him for a one-on-one conversation in his office. He wanted to know his students. I loved him dearly. We all did.
Ann Rudkin, B.A. ‘80, M.A. ‘88
As I was doing course work to wind up my B.A., I mentioned to a classmate that I had not had a chance to take “the Provost’s course” (as we called his Romantic poets class). My friend exclaimed, “Oh, you mustn’t leave Wake without taking that!” I did, and it was transformative. He taught the poetry with sensitivity and deep understanding, bringing us to heights of beauty as he read aloud or explicated a passage. It was teaching at its most sublime. I am fortunate that I could run into him around town, go to hear him read or speak, or have a chat at intermission at the symphony. He was not only a monumental figure but also a friend to everyone he met. Rest in peace, dear Teacher.
Derek Furr
Provost Wilson’s voice and Wordsworth’s are one in the same in my imagination. He would read bits of the Prelude or the Lucy poems aloud to us, and there would always be a kind of reverent pause at the end of the reading. The same was true of his readings of Yeats and Dylan Thomas. The Provost helped furnish my mind with poetry that went on to become integral to my teaching and scholarship, as well as to my daily life. I’m forever grateful for his voice and his kindness.
David Norwood
I remember Provost (Emeritus) Wilson closing a Romantic Poets class with long quote from a small volume at the lectern in his rich, mellifluous voice. I was first to the podium to ask him a question. It was then I noted the little volume was upside down on the lectern. He, of course, was quoting from memory but left the book there so as not to appear arrogant–something he could never be. R.I.P., Mr. Wake Forest
Kelli Logan Rush
I went with a friend to hear Ed Wilson speak in Wait Chapel on his first “retirement,” around ’89-’90. Near the end of the speech, he quoted the fading Charlotte from Charlotte’s Web: “I wove my webs for you because I liked you.” Tears were shed all around.
I feel like God knows Charlotte’s Web too; he’ll find the provost good company.
Julie Wayne
May we all follow Dr. Wilson’s example to be humble, kind, generous, warm, and dedicated to our family, profession, and institution. He was truly a remarkable human, and we are all better for having known (or having only met) him. Most certainly, Wake Forest is better because of him and he embodied all that Wake Forest is and strives to be.
Suzanne Ward Dusch ’78
My mother, Harriet Daly Smith Ward Hardy ’51, had a class with Dr. Wilson on the old campus. I was fortunate enough to take a poetry class with him in 1977. The class impacts me to this day because he delved so deeply into poetry’s ability to reveal truths about how we interact with nature, others, and ourselves. I often call to mind that incredible voice reading Coleridge’s haunting “Xanadu” while we suspended our disbelief and got lost in the mystery.
Mother shared with me the story of Dr. Wilson and Emily, who was a student when they met. It was clear that they had a connection, yet there was never one hint of impropriety. He waited until she graduated before they began seeing each other. (If I have the story wrong, I apologize to the family.)
Mark Hilpert, WFU ’93
I loved Ed Wilson. Who didn’t? Loved him such much I took three of his classes, was sad when I was too sick to attend one, treasure my notes from his classes, always tried to see him when I went back to campus. Just the sound of his voice, and his gentle, calm manner put you at ease, lift you up when you were down. He walked with kings, but didn’t lose the common touch. Just think of how many students he took time to personally meet with so he could better understand who was in his class. I once commented to him on how “Eleanor Rigby” reminded me of a poem he was teaching us and was thrilled when he credited me in the next class for drawing the linkage.
I wrote him after graduation when a poem, movie, book, or life experience reminded me of him. And he would graciously write back, even sending me a signed copy of his history of Wake Forest. Amazing that he had the time to respond to so many people who loved him.
He was an example of a gentleman in every sense of the word, showing us, to quote Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey, “…that best portion of a good man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” (Yet we remember them fondly, Dr. Wilson.)
Heavenly father please take this good and faithful servant into your kingdom. Wilson family please know we love you and will be praying for you. Thank you for sharing this wonderful human being with us.
Dr. Martin (Marty) Province (’78, Faculty ’82-’94)
I never had a class with Provost WIlson and was not fortunate enough to know him very well as a student, but he did shock me when he attended my senior recital (’78). Later however, he and I grew close during my time on the faculty (’82-’94). He was instrumental (pun intended) in any success I might have enjoyed as Director of Bands, even granting me “direct access to my office” if any problems arose with which he could be of assistance. I remember fondly him serving as narrator for a performance with the Symphonic Band of Aaron Copland’s “Lincoln Portrait.” In the summers, I worked at the North Carolina Governor’s School at Salem College, and his talk to the students there one year was especially moving. He noted that an overwhelming percentage of college alums feel that their choice of school was the perfect one for them. With that understanding, he went on to explain why a young person should consider attending Wake Forest University. Afterwards, I wanted to go back and start over as a freshman. At one point in my tenure, prior to a leave of absence to pursue a graduate degree, Provost Wilson said that he felt Wake Forest might lose me. I assured him that he was mistaken, but (as usual) he was correct. Although I miss my time at Wake Forest, the experiences I had in other universities and in several different states have been a big part of my life. Provost Wilson’s encouragement gave me “permission” to explore other opportunities, and I am blessed that I had the chance to express my appreciation to him in person several years ago. Finally, I recently read, “Songs of Wake Forest: Tributes . . . ” and only wish that it would have been possible (as I once told him) that one day he would offer a eulogy for me (he would have made me sound like someone special).
Joey Nelson ’16
I grew up in Rockingham County – where Dr. Wilson is from – wanting to attend Wake Forest my entire life. We did not know Dr. Wilson, or anyone else at Wake Forest, but a family friend who did know him suggested we reach out to him. My dad found Dr. Wilson’s phone number and we reached out to him soon after I received my acceptance letter. He offered to meet with me in his office. A few days later, I drove over to campus after school and stumbled around ZSR until I found his office. I somehow didn’t notice his portrait or the fact that the Wilson Wing was named after him. A few minutes into our conversation, I already knew he was one of the most remarkable people I had ever met. We talked in his office for about forty five minutes before he gave me a quick tour of the lower quad. It was upon our exit from his office that we walked right by his portrait. I was so embarrassed by the fact that the gentleman who’s portrait hung in the building had taken my phone call, met with me, and was giving me a walking tour, but I quickly realized that was the person that Dr. Wilson was – kind, humble, and generous among many other great qualities. He then took the time to follow up with me a few days later with some scholarship suggestions for which I could apply. Those scholarships ultimately provided me with the financial resources to attend WFU. After I became a student, we continued to stay in touch. Every few Fridays I would chat with him in his office. Some of my favorite memories are talking with him in his office learning about all sorts of life topics. Time spent with Dr. Wilson and the lessons I learned from him made me a better person. I am so grateful to have known him and I will miss him dearly.
Kim McGrath
How is it that a man with such a towering legacy found time to be gentle, gracious, and kind? Early in my career at Wake Forest, Provost Wilson called to make a minor request – asking for a copy of a publication. It wasn’t long after it was sent that I received a handwritten thank you note. The gesture meant so much. I’ve tucked away that note – and other treasured memories of Ed. There are not many people who delight in seeing and hearing others in this very busy world. Ed was one of them. I’m so very grateful to have known him.
David Julius Ford, Jr., Ph.D., LCMHC (NC), LPC (VA, NJ), NCC, ACS (BA ’98, MA ’11)
I could say many things about Dr. Ed Wilson. He was a gentle soul and always greeted me with a smile. You have left an indelible mark on the Wake Forest community, but your legacy will be forever. You will definitely be missed. R.I.P. Dr. Edwin Wilson. I know you’re up there with Ed Christman and Sam Gladding.
James Garrison ’85, MA ’92
Dr. Wilson was and ever shall be “Mr. Wake Forest.” His gentle strength and earnest inquiry drew out the best from those whom he encountered. May he rest in peace and rise in glory!
Lou Bissette
I was at a Wake Forest dinner a number of years ago. Seated at our table was Ed Wilson and Billy Joe Patton, the famous Wake amateur golfer. Someone at the table commented about the fact that Ed had never made a B at Wake Forest. I think it embarrassed Ed. Billy Joe quickly responded by asking what was so great about that since he had never made a B either! Ed laughed so hard that I thought he was going to have to leave the table. Ed Wilson had such a great sense of humor in addition to all of his other attributes. There will never be another “Mr. Wake Forest!”
Candice Burris, (MAHS ’21)
He was always so kind. He always addressed you with a smile anytime he saw you. Although he was small in stature, he was a GIANT of a man. His contributions to Wake Forest will never be forgotten.
May you rest in his perfect peace, Dr. Wilson
Tom Roberts
Ed was, as others have noted, the epitome of grace and poise, one who always seemed to be glad to see me (go figure). He faced a challenge one day when Odetta performed on campus. At the end of her performance, Ed joined her on stage to extol her efforts seeking civil rights justice. She started a song and began swaying with the music. Ed, at her side, did his best, bless his soul, to keep up.
Betsy Chapman, Ph.D. (’92, MA ’94)
When I think of Dr. Wilson, I think of Chaucer’s line “And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach.” Thank you for showing us all the way.
Alan Palmiter
I arrived at the School of Law in 1986. In my interview with Ed Wilson, he asked what I was reading. “Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s ‘Love in the Time of Cholera,’” I answered. Ed smiled.
Later one day early in my teaching career, we ran into each other on campus. “Do you like your students?” Ed asked me. I understood Ed to be asking a question often on his mind, “Do you love your students?” I faltered, “Well, yes, most of them?” But the question has not gone away for me or for the many others he asked the same question. Ed, my answer now, “Yes, all of them.”
Ed left us with questions full of grace, ones that I continue to ask myself. Important questions. Ones that have shaped my life.
Cap Morrison
“Romantic Poetry” taught by Provost Wilson in Spring 1985 had a profound and lasting impact on everyone in that class. We were spellbound. An amazing experience. God Bless. Cap Morrison ’86
Jane Freeman Crosthwaite ‘59
Ed Wilson was our teacher and our friend, and we loved him. Ed exemplified the intellectual curiosity, the personal integrity, and the gracious wisdom we then sought to embody in his honor. Like others who studied — and worked — with Ed over the years, I have decades of stories, but in this moment when we feel the sharp loss of his warm smile and eager greeting, I join the larger Wake Forest community in sending love to Emily and the family.
Allan D Louden
Intro to forthcoming book, Inherentance – the History of Wake Forest Debate-1835-1930.
Ed meant the world to this slice of Wake as well.
“Long before we played football, edited publications, acted, or sang – in fact, almost before we studied, we of Wake Forest talked.” Ed Wilson, The 1943 Howler
Edwin Wilson anonymously penned the above phrase in the 1943 Howler; since unearthed and embraced by generations in the Wake Debate Community. The refrain magically captures a lasting tradition for nearly 190 years – 1935 to the present – that has been the constant sustaining Wake Debate’s mission and import.
Less well known than the original passage, “Long before … we of Wake Forest talked,” was an accompanying sentence which added, “The college was still a bawling child and the first Administration Building was still unoccupied when two handfuls of students met and gave birth to two literary societies, the Philomathesians and the Euzelians.”
The Howler’s 1943 editor, Ed Wilson, penned analogs for each student group included in the yearbook; he chose to identify the debaters with their extended history. Ed Wilson, who would soon depart for WW II as part of the “Greatest Generation,” likely was rushing to meet deadline, but his poetic prose permeated each entry and especially the one for debate.
Elisabeth Bevan Strillacci
Dr. Wilson was one of three professors who saved me at Wake. I was a small town girl who’d never really had to learn to study, and my freshman year was challenging in numerous ways. My second year, Dr. Wilson led me to a restored belief in myself as a student and a writer. Thirty-two years as a journalist and editor tells me what he saw in me was right, and I am forever grateful. But I confess, words fail me in capturing how much he will be missed. Godspeed, sir.
William Hutchins Lambe, Jr. BA 1969, JD 1973
He was a remarkable man and helped me thru some difficult times. I give my sincere condolences to the family. He was and will always be what Wake Forest is.
David Zacks
Ed Wilson always knew my name. I live in Atlanta, but he remembers I was from New Bern, so he always asked how things were there. I was amazed he remembered me some 40 years later.
His smile and genuine ability to care will be a lasting memory of an amazing human being who loved our University.
Robert M Poteat (BS ’68)
The Poteat family mourns the loss of one of the great Wake Forest icons. Dr Wilson truly lived the life of Pro Humanitate. His contribution to the betterment of humanity will forever be marked in the annals of Wake Forest. Thank you for your involvement and your commitment. You will be missed.
Joseph Santi
I remember that he started one class with, “When I was a boy in Eden…” If that’s not the first line of a wonderful, poetic life story, I don’t know what is. Blessed rest to you.
Josey Harris Kasper ‘01
Dr. Wilson made poetry come alive! Wake Forest was all the better for having known him. May his family know he will be missed by so many!
Daniel V. Townsend, Jr.
In 1964 Dr. Ed Wilson ask me to see him. He said, Danny you’re having a struggle here at Wake Forest, unlike your High School Grades at Fayetteville Senior. When you came to Wake Forest you were an “A” student and you faltered badly your first year, and have done better this your second year.
I’d hate to see you leave or be asked to leave based on academics. So pick a good Liberal Arts major. Many of our best students plan to go on to Law School. They study History or Political Science. I suggest you study one or the other and focus more. I like you, you’re a handsome, and as a former Kappa Sigma myself, I hope you can get suggestions from of your good brothers, Thank you Danny” I went on to improve my grades every semester from first semester to last. Thanks Dr. Wilson, Dan
Jorge Fournier
Dr. Wilson was truly a giant within the Wake Forest community, shining bright with his unshakeable support, spirit, and love for everything Wake Forest stands for. His commitment to the university and everyone connected to it was incredibly inspiring, touching the hearts of all of us lucky enough to have met him. Let’s hold tight to the remarkable legacy he’s left us and try to live by the example he set, spreading the same kindness and passion he showed us every day.
Brook M Davis
Wearing black (with touches of gold) today. So sad to lose such a dear friend and role model for us all.
Stan Oetken
One of the kindest people I ever met and a great ambassador for Wake Forest!
Matthew T. Phillips (’00, JD ’06)
Dr. Wilson was constant and true in his work to inspire students and colleagues to seek and wrestle with the poetry of an all-too-prosaic world.
My favorite memories will always be his reading of advent poetry in December chapel services. As he read the last line of Rossetti’s haunting hymn, you could tell he was making it his own prayer for the hundredth time: “Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.”
Our hearts will be devoted to you always, Dr. Wilson, and I hope as you look down on us, you find us devoted as well to the causes and commitments that inspired your own extraordinary service. Requiescat in pace.
Sandra Boyette
Knowing Ed Wilson as friend and colleague was a great privilege. He gave all of us the language of his beloved alma mater and taught us the meaning of Pro Humanitate: putting one’s talents to work in service to others. His was a life of intellect, grace and joy. May we remember and emulate his powerful example.
The Wake Forest Department of Music, and I personally, could not have had a stronger advocate than Ed Wilson, for which we all are eternally grateful. As part of one of my research projects concerning Beethoven reception in England, Ed kindly allowed me to audit his British Romantic Poets class. The subject of my research was a journalist/music critic named Thomas M. Alsager, who was a member of the Keats circle, Indeed, Alsager was the owner of a copy of Chapman’s Homer that led to the creation of Keats’ “In First Looking into Chapman’s Homer.” Ed’s life and career was a priceless and irreplaceable gift to Wake Forest and the Winston-Salem community.
Provost Wilson left a remarkable impression on me early in my life, long before I became a Demon Deacon. I was visiting Wake Forest as a young child with my dad (a Wake Forest English major Class of 1985), and we ran into Provost Wilson, who remembered my dad, even twenty years after graduating. I remember him striking up a conversation with my dad and I, in the friendly, cheerful manner he was so known for. Even though I was only nine at the time, he took an interest in me, and what I was interested in academically and personally. He concluded the conversation by saying he couldn’t wait to see me at Wake Forest one day. I told my dad after the fact, that he was “recruiting me” to Wake Forest. Years later, that became my destiny when I was admitted Early Decision to WFU. I’ve never looked back. I remember visiting him in the library soon after my matriculation in the Fall of 2013, and he was incredibly gracious with his time and spirit. As someone who is now in college admissions — and hope to soon be in college counseling — this story remains at the forefront of my mind as I guide students through their collegiate search process.
Thoughts to his family. And the whole Wake Forest family who won’t soon forget him.
Dear Emily and family, Three generations of Van Camps (Julie and Rip, son Tom, and granddaughter Rachael) are so blessed to have had Ed Wilson in our lives. “A man of extraordinary character, grace and wisdoms” says it so well. Expect to see you May 3. Love, Julie
I vividly remember sitting as a newly admitted first-year student during my first few days of orientation to Wake Forest, and hearing Dr. Wilson recite and explore Yeats’s ‘Sailing to Byzantium’ — connecting its meaning to the transition happening in my own life at that time and prompting me to think about how fortunate I felt to be in such a special place.
I’m so grateful for the insights into the heart of Wake Forest that Dr. Wilson helped me to see, important treasures that I still carry with me today.
When I entered the Graduate School in the Summer of 1969, I met Dr. Wilson. We both were from Rockingham County, North Carolina and had some common acquaintances. He took me under is metaphorical wing and we had numerous conversations. In the Fall of 1970 and the Spring 1971, I was in my second year of graduate studies and had the opportunity to audit both of Dr. Wilson’s English courses, Romantic Poets and Blake, Yeats, and Thomas. It was one of my most memorable educational experiences. I occasionally reread some of the works covered in his courses and the voice in my head to that of Dr. Wilson melodic recitation of his beloved verse. Also Dr. Wilson sat on my oral examination of my degree. In an almost four-hour oral examination by six esteemed Doctors in the fields of study, Dr. Wilson asked the one most insightful question that went to the heart of my research and to which I had to most trouble responding. Realizing the question was over my head, he was too kind and generous to press me on the issue. I cannot think of a more brilliant, insightful, kind or gentle person in my acquaintance in more than three quarters of a century on this planet.
Brilliant, wise, humble and kind. These are the words that come to mind when I think of Dr. Wilson. Mentor, teacher and friend is what Dr. Wilson was for me. Even though he was very busy and in demand, he always made time for me, even after I graduated. I am grateful for every moment I had with Dr. Wilson and thankful for his impact on my life. I am sure he heard the words, “Well done, good & faithful servant” when he entered heaven. A truly great man.
I loved and respected Ed Wilson for so many reasons, the first being that he loved the original-campus-Wake Forest almost as much as I do. It always warmed my heart to hear him regale stories of places and people that I knew (including my parents) so well. After I graduated WFU, I was fortunate to become a “junior colleague” of his in the WFU administration; but he was never condescending or too busy to discuss some major or minor academic situation with me (I don’t think he would even know how to be). After I moved back to “the holy land”, I would see him at Wake Forest Birthplace events. He was just as friendly and happy to see me as if I were a member of his family. I can also clearly hear in my head his pertinent and caring eulogies for so many in the Wake Forest community. It must have been difficult for him to remember so eloquently those with whom he shared such friendship. Prayers for the one(s) who must deliver the eulogy for him! Love and appreciation to Emily and the rest of the Wilsons for sharing him with us for so long.
Wake Forest and the world just lost a truly beautiful soul. As an undergraduate English major from 1982-86, I took two poetry classes from Professor Wilson; he fostered in me a lifetime love of Keats, Yeats, Blake, and Shelley. I am now an English teacher of many years; while I have never been able to match the inspiration, the kindness, or the wisdom of this gentleman, he stands before me in my memory and imagination as a standard I can only aspire to. My condolences to his family and to the university for this loss.
Ed Wilson was such a strong friend and advocate for the Wake Forest College Birthplace in the Calvin Jones House in Wake Forest where the college began. I knew him at Wake Forest Historical Museum events at the Birthplace where I heard over and over again words of pure devotion and admiration from people who knew him all of his career. As a late comer, a resident of Wake Forest who volunteered for 30 years at the Birthplace, I didn’t experience a relaltionship with him on a day to day basis; however, he was a giant in our eyes because he gave so much of his presence and spirit to the perpetuation of the Wake Forest College Birthplace story. What a loss to so many. What a life he lived!
What a remarkable man of generous spirit and selfless service to others! I took three literature classes with Dr. Wilson during my two years in the M.A. in English program, and they were magical. One day he invited to take me to lunch at the Village Tavern. I was astounded and grateful that he wanted to get to know more about my life and dreams. I thought, “This is exactly what I want to be like one day when I become a professor.” He made all of his students feel seen, heard, and special. During our lunch, he shared anecdotes which left me wide-eyed and asking him to repeat it in case I had heard him wrong. Some of his remarks were, “A few years ago I sat at this same table with Mortimer Adler,” and “When I was a student at Harvard, I ran into T.S. Eliot after hearing him read poetry.” Just amazing, as was he in every regard. Ten years after graduating, I sent him a photo of my family with a note of gratitude, and he graciously sent a handwritten letter back which I cherish to this day. I thank God for Ed Wilson’s life and legacy, and for making an impact on countless lives like mine.
Provost Wilson’s successor, David Brown, related that Provost Wilson has told him that “Wake Forest is a place of exceptions and not of rules.” I think that means a commitment to help realize the full potential of every individual. God bless you, Ed Wilson, and thank you for your lifetime of service to Wake Forest and its people.
Getting into Dr. Wilson’s class was a “WFU must do,” and it merited every bit of its hype. Just listening to him, soaking up the insights and the learning, admiring his love of the subject and his endless knowledge, was a true Wake Forest experience in learning. It and my creative writing seminar with Dr. Angelou are my two most memorable Wake classroom experiences, among so many high-quality others.
I don’t think he ever forgot a face in his classes. I saw him everywhere on campus, and he always offered a friendly hello and how are you.
My senior year, in the spring of 1977, when I had made a momentous decision to forego graduate school after graduation and was headed to the Navy’s Officer Candidate School in Newport, RI, in the late summer of 1977 (a choice not popular with some of my profs in those days), I ran into him on the Quad (where else). I had gotten restless, felt like I had places to go, people to meet, things to do, and not in a classroom setting. He remembered my class year and asked what my plans were. That was the first I knew he had been a Navy officer himself, and he told me “The Navy will be the making of you. Go do it. You will learn a lot about yourself. If you want to go to grad school after that, there will be plenty of opportunity, and we will be here to help you.” I always wished I could run into him just one more time, to tell him my 26 years as a career Navy officer had done exactly what he said it would do, and that I was sure my servant leadership philosophy as a senior naval officer was rooted in the Pro Humanitate spirit I had soaked up at Wake Forest.
I am glad he was on this earth for so long, no doubt giving of himself to the very end, to the institution and students who were his family too.
My sincerest condolences to Dr. Wilson’s family on his passing. I hope these stories bring you joy and tears as you gain new insights into the true greatness of the man you knew as a family member.
Ed Wilson gave me my academic start for what would become a fifty-year career in the collegiate classroom. Permit to recount but a few of the ways in which he made it all possible.
In 1971, he hired me (an Episcopalian) as only the second non-Baptist to teach in the long history of the Religion Department. He also walked with me patiently during my hard four-year struggle to finish my dissertation from the University of Chicago–never losing faith in my scholarly future.
My family and I had never visited Europe, and we had no prospects of doing so. Yet in 1976 Ed selected me to direct Casa Artom in Venice, and then provided the funds for me to spend the spring semester in Florence working on my Italian in order to become a better teacher of Dante. Again in 1978, he chose me to lead Wake Forest students (along with former President James Ralph Scales) in their studies at the Worrell House in Hampstead. Once more, he enabled me to remain in London for another term in order work with with prominent British theologians at King’s College in the Strand.
During my 26 years at Wake Forest, Ed opened many other doors for me, far too numerous to name. For example, he invited me to choose two other professors (I selected Gregory Pritchard and Marcus Hester) to join me for an NEH-sponsored seminar at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. It was led by a distinguished professor from Columbia University.
I could ramble on but must cease. Suffice it to say that I owe Ed Wilson an unpayable debt.
Ed Wilson interviewed me in 1988 when I was a candidate for a professorship. His warm, friendly manner helped convince me that I should make the move to Wake Forest. Later, when I was in the administration, I worked with him on numerous occasions. Our personalities and manners were different, and he probably found me blunt or insufficiently courteous at time. I certainly could not match his more gracious style. But it was always a pleasure to work with and associate with him — an experience that so many have had.
I took Ed’s course on William Butler Yeats and Yeats has been my favorite poet ever since. I can still recite several poems! Usually one says condolences when someone dies. To live until 101 and to have touched so many lives and hearts is the sign of a life well lived. Thank you, God, for the gift of Ed Wilson! My sincerest sympathies to his family.
Paula and I are deeply saddened by this news of Ed’s death. His importance to Wake Forest and his impact on the school cannot be overstated. He was a giant! On a personal level, I owe him my career at Wake Forest, since he was Provost when I was hired. Over the years, he became a valued friend.
RIP, dear Ed.
Dr. Wilson has a profound impact on my life through his English literature courses and his mentorship. He was never in a hurry when speaking with students, and he always had a smile for us. Every student who crossed his path was treated with interest and respect. His lectures were renowned for their incredible structure, insights, and inspiration. Even now when I read a Yeats poem, I can still hear Dr. Wilson’s voice. Not many universities have a faculty member/administrator who served so long, so well, and with such wisdom. His passing is a tremendous loss, but the legacy he leaves behind will continue to serve the WFU community for many years to come.
One of my fondest memories is of sitting on Provost Wilson’s living room floor one evening, after a spaghetti supper delivered from the Pit, and reading Dylan Thomas’s play, Under Milk Wood, aloud with classmates. Ed’s warmth, captivating lectures, and love of literature inspired me to plan my class schedule around whatever he was teaching in a given semester. In one class, he asked that each of us make an appointment with him for a one-on-one conversation in his office. He wanted to know his students. I loved him dearly. We all did.
As I was doing course work to wind up my B.A., I mentioned to a classmate that I had not had a chance to take “the Provost’s course” (as we called his Romantic poets class). My friend exclaimed, “Oh, you mustn’t leave Wake without taking that!” I did, and it was transformative. He taught the poetry with sensitivity and deep understanding, bringing us to heights of beauty as he read aloud or explicated a passage. It was teaching at its most sublime. I am fortunate that I could run into him around town, go to hear him read or speak, or have a chat at intermission at the symphony. He was not only a monumental figure but also a friend to everyone he met. Rest in peace, dear Teacher.
Provost Wilson’s voice and Wordsworth’s are one in the same in my imagination. He would read bits of the Prelude or the Lucy poems aloud to us, and there would always be a kind of reverent pause at the end of the reading. The same was true of his readings of Yeats and Dylan Thomas. The Provost helped furnish my mind with poetry that went on to become integral to my teaching and scholarship, as well as to my daily life. I’m forever grateful for his voice and his kindness.
I remember Provost (Emeritus) Wilson closing a Romantic Poets class with long quote from a small volume at the lectern in his rich, mellifluous voice. I was first to the podium to ask him a question. It was then I noted the little volume was upside down on the lectern. He, of course, was quoting from memory but left the book there so as not to appear arrogant–something he could never be. R.I.P., Mr. Wake Forest
I went with a friend to hear Ed Wilson speak in Wait Chapel on his first “retirement,” around ’89-’90. Near the end of the speech, he quoted the fading Charlotte from Charlotte’s Web: “I wove my webs for you because I liked you.” Tears were shed all around.
I feel like God knows Charlotte’s Web too; he’ll find the provost good company.
May we all follow Dr. Wilson’s example to be humble, kind, generous, warm, and dedicated to our family, profession, and institution. He was truly a remarkable human, and we are all better for having known (or having only met) him. Most certainly, Wake Forest is better because of him and he embodied all that Wake Forest is and strives to be.
My mother, Harriet Daly Smith Ward Hardy ’51, had a class with Dr. Wilson on the old campus. I was fortunate enough to take a poetry class with him in 1977. The class impacts me to this day because he delved so deeply into poetry’s ability to reveal truths about how we interact with nature, others, and ourselves. I often call to mind that incredible voice reading Coleridge’s haunting “Xanadu” while we suspended our disbelief and got lost in the mystery.
Mother shared with me the story of Dr. Wilson and Emily, who was a student when they met. It was clear that they had a connection, yet there was never one hint of impropriety. He waited until she graduated before they began seeing each other. (If I have the story wrong, I apologize to the family.)
I loved Ed Wilson. Who didn’t? Loved him such much I took three of his classes, was sad when I was too sick to attend one, treasure my notes from his classes, always tried to see him when I went back to campus. Just the sound of his voice, and his gentle, calm manner put you at ease, lift you up when you were down. He walked with kings, but didn’t lose the common touch. Just think of how many students he took time to personally meet with so he could better understand who was in his class. I once commented to him on how “Eleanor Rigby” reminded me of a poem he was teaching us and was thrilled when he credited me in the next class for drawing the linkage.
I wrote him after graduation when a poem, movie, book, or life experience reminded me of him. And he would graciously write back, even sending me a signed copy of his history of Wake Forest. Amazing that he had the time to respond to so many people who loved him.
He was an example of a gentleman in every sense of the word, showing us, to quote Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey, “…that best portion of a good man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” (Yet we remember them fondly, Dr. Wilson.)
Heavenly father please take this good and faithful servant into your kingdom. Wilson family please know we love you and will be praying for you. Thank you for sharing this wonderful human being with us.
I never had a class with Provost WIlson and was not fortunate enough to know him very well as a student, but he did shock me when he attended my senior recital (’78). Later however, he and I grew close during my time on the faculty (’82-’94). He was instrumental (pun intended) in any success I might have enjoyed as Director of Bands, even granting me “direct access to my office” if any problems arose with which he could be of assistance. I remember fondly him serving as narrator for a performance with the Symphonic Band of Aaron Copland’s “Lincoln Portrait.” In the summers, I worked at the North Carolina Governor’s School at Salem College, and his talk to the students there one year was especially moving. He noted that an overwhelming percentage of college alums feel that their choice of school was the perfect one for them. With that understanding, he went on to explain why a young person should consider attending Wake Forest University. Afterwards, I wanted to go back and start over as a freshman. At one point in my tenure, prior to a leave of absence to pursue a graduate degree, Provost Wilson said that he felt Wake Forest might lose me. I assured him that he was mistaken, but (as usual) he was correct. Although I miss my time at Wake Forest, the experiences I had in other universities and in several different states have been a big part of my life. Provost Wilson’s encouragement gave me “permission” to explore other opportunities, and I am blessed that I had the chance to express my appreciation to him in person several years ago. Finally, I recently read, “Songs of Wake Forest: Tributes . . . ” and only wish that it would have been possible (as I once told him) that one day he would offer a eulogy for me (he would have made me sound like someone special).
I grew up in Rockingham County – where Dr. Wilson is from – wanting to attend Wake Forest my entire life. We did not know Dr. Wilson, or anyone else at Wake Forest, but a family friend who did know him suggested we reach out to him. My dad found Dr. Wilson’s phone number and we reached out to him soon after I received my acceptance letter. He offered to meet with me in his office. A few days later, I drove over to campus after school and stumbled around ZSR until I found his office. I somehow didn’t notice his portrait or the fact that the Wilson Wing was named after him. A few minutes into our conversation, I already knew he was one of the most remarkable people I had ever met. We talked in his office for about forty five minutes before he gave me a quick tour of the lower quad. It was upon our exit from his office that we walked right by his portrait. I was so embarrassed by the fact that the gentleman who’s portrait hung in the building had taken my phone call, met with me, and was giving me a walking tour, but I quickly realized that was the person that Dr. Wilson was – kind, humble, and generous among many other great qualities. He then took the time to follow up with me a few days later with some scholarship suggestions for which I could apply. Those scholarships ultimately provided me with the financial resources to attend WFU. After I became a student, we continued to stay in touch. Every few Fridays I would chat with him in his office. Some of my favorite memories are talking with him in his office learning about all sorts of life topics. Time spent with Dr. Wilson and the lessons I learned from him made me a better person. I am so grateful to have known him and I will miss him dearly.
How is it that a man with such a towering legacy found time to be gentle, gracious, and kind? Early in my career at Wake Forest, Provost Wilson called to make a minor request – asking for a copy of a publication. It wasn’t long after it was sent that I received a handwritten thank you note. The gesture meant so much. I’ve tucked away that note – and other treasured memories of Ed. There are not many people who delight in seeing and hearing others in this very busy world. Ed was one of them. I’m so very grateful to have known him.
I could say many things about Dr. Ed Wilson. He was a gentle soul and always greeted me with a smile. You have left an indelible mark on the Wake Forest community, but your legacy will be forever. You will definitely be missed. R.I.P. Dr. Edwin Wilson. I know you’re up there with Ed Christman and Sam Gladding.
Dr. Wilson was and ever shall be “Mr. Wake Forest.” His gentle strength and earnest inquiry drew out the best from those whom he encountered. May he rest in peace and rise in glory!
I was at a Wake Forest dinner a number of years ago. Seated at our table was Ed Wilson and Billy Joe Patton, the famous Wake amateur golfer. Someone at the table commented about the fact that Ed had never made a B at Wake Forest. I think it embarrassed Ed. Billy Joe quickly responded by asking what was so great about that since he had never made a B either! Ed laughed so hard that I thought he was going to have to leave the table. Ed Wilson had such a great sense of humor in addition to all of his other attributes. There will never be another “Mr. Wake Forest!”
He was always so kind. He always addressed you with a smile anytime he saw you. Although he was small in stature, he was a GIANT of a man. His contributions to Wake Forest will never be forgotten.
May you rest in his perfect peace, Dr. Wilson
Ed was, as others have noted, the epitome of grace and poise, one who always seemed to be glad to see me (go figure). He faced a challenge one day when Odetta performed on campus. At the end of her performance, Ed joined her on stage to extol her efforts seeking civil rights justice. She started a song and began swaying with the music. Ed, at her side, did his best, bless his soul, to keep up.
When I think of Dr. Wilson, I think of Chaucer’s line “And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach.” Thank you for showing us all the way.
I arrived at the School of Law in 1986. In my interview with Ed Wilson, he asked what I was reading. “Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s ‘Love in the Time of Cholera,’” I answered. Ed smiled.
Later one day early in my teaching career, we ran into each other on campus. “Do you like your students?” Ed asked me. I understood Ed to be asking a question often on his mind, “Do you love your students?” I faltered, “Well, yes, most of them?” But the question has not gone away for me or for the many others he asked the same question. Ed, my answer now, “Yes, all of them.”
Ed left us with questions full of grace, ones that I continue to ask myself. Important questions. Ones that have shaped my life.
“Romantic Poetry” taught by Provost Wilson in Spring 1985 had a profound and lasting impact on everyone in that class. We were spellbound. An amazing experience. God Bless. Cap Morrison ’86
Ed Wilson was our teacher and our friend, and we loved him. Ed exemplified the intellectual curiosity, the personal integrity, and the gracious wisdom we then sought to embody in his honor. Like others who studied — and worked — with Ed over the years, I have decades of stories, but in this moment when we feel the sharp loss of his warm smile and eager greeting, I join the larger Wake Forest community in sending love to Emily and the family.
Intro to forthcoming book, Inherentance – the History of Wake Forest Debate-1835-1930.
Ed meant the world to this slice of Wake as well.
“Long before we played football, edited publications, acted, or sang – in fact, almost before we studied, we of Wake Forest talked.” Ed Wilson, The 1943 Howler
Edwin Wilson anonymously penned the above phrase in the 1943 Howler; since unearthed and embraced by generations in the Wake Debate Community. The refrain magically captures a lasting tradition for nearly 190 years – 1935 to the present – that has been the constant sustaining Wake Debate’s mission and import.
Less well known than the original passage, “Long before … we of Wake Forest talked,” was an accompanying sentence which added, “The college was still a bawling child and the first Administration Building was still unoccupied when two handfuls of students met and gave birth to two literary societies, the Philomathesians and the Euzelians.”
The Howler’s 1943 editor, Ed Wilson, penned analogs for each student group included in the yearbook; he chose to identify the debaters with their extended history. Ed Wilson, who would soon depart for WW II as part of the “Greatest Generation,” likely was rushing to meet deadline, but his poetic prose permeated each entry and especially the one for debate.
Dr. Wilson was one of three professors who saved me at Wake. I was a small town girl who’d never really had to learn to study, and my freshman year was challenging in numerous ways. My second year, Dr. Wilson led me to a restored belief in myself as a student and a writer. Thirty-two years as a journalist and editor tells me what he saw in me was right, and I am forever grateful. But I confess, words fail me in capturing how much he will be missed. Godspeed, sir.
He was a remarkable man and helped me thru some difficult times. I give my sincere condolences to the family. He was and will always be what Wake Forest is.
Ed Wilson always knew my name. I live in Atlanta, but he remembers I was from New Bern, so he always asked how things were there. I was amazed he remembered me some 40 years later.
His smile and genuine ability to care will be a lasting memory of an amazing human being who loved our University.
The Poteat family mourns the loss of one of the great Wake Forest icons. Dr Wilson truly lived the life of Pro Humanitate. His contribution to the betterment of humanity will forever be marked in the annals of Wake Forest. Thank you for your involvement and your commitment. You will be missed.
I remember that he started one class with, “When I was a boy in Eden…” If that’s not the first line of a wonderful, poetic life story, I don’t know what is. Blessed rest to you.
Dr. Wilson made poetry come alive! Wake Forest was all the better for having known him. May his family know he will be missed by so many!
In 1964 Dr. Ed Wilson ask me to see him. He said, Danny you’re having a struggle here at Wake Forest, unlike your High School Grades at Fayetteville Senior. When you came to Wake Forest you were an “A” student and you faltered badly your first year, and have done better this your second year.
I’d hate to see you leave or be asked to leave based on academics. So pick a good Liberal Arts major. Many of our best students plan to go on to Law School. They study History or Political Science. I suggest you study one or the other and focus more. I like you, you’re a handsome, and as a former Kappa Sigma myself, I hope you can get suggestions from of your good brothers, Thank you Danny” I went on to improve my grades every semester from first semester to last. Thanks Dr. Wilson, Dan
Dr. Wilson was truly a giant within the Wake Forest community, shining bright with his unshakeable support, spirit, and love for everything Wake Forest stands for. His commitment to the university and everyone connected to it was incredibly inspiring, touching the hearts of all of us lucky enough to have met him. Let’s hold tight to the remarkable legacy he’s left us and try to live by the example he set, spreading the same kindness and passion he showed us every day.
Wearing black (with touches of gold) today. So sad to lose such a dear friend and role model for us all.
One of the kindest people I ever met and a great ambassador for Wake Forest!
Dr. Wilson was constant and true in his work to inspire students and colleagues to seek and wrestle with the poetry of an all-too-prosaic world.
My favorite memories will always be his reading of advent poetry in December chapel services. As he read the last line of Rossetti’s haunting hymn, you could tell he was making it his own prayer for the hundredth time: “Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.”
Our hearts will be devoted to you always, Dr. Wilson, and I hope as you look down on us, you find us devoted as well to the causes and commitments that inspired your own extraordinary service. Requiescat in pace.
Knowing Ed Wilson as friend and colleague was a great privilege. He gave all of us the language of his beloved alma mater and taught us the meaning of Pro Humanitate: putting one’s talents to work in service to others. His was a life of intellect, grace and joy. May we remember and emulate his powerful example.