When I consider what a special place Wake Forest is today, I reflect fondly on where her story originated. The Birthplace is a sacred monument to humble beginnings, hard work and determination – and for me personally, a source of great value and pride in my Alma Mater.
— Susan Brinkley (’61)
A few years ago my wife Catherine and I were walking up to the Hohenschwangau Castle in Germany and came upon an older teenager wearing a Wake Forest ball cap. I immediately said ‘Go Deacs!’ He looked at me, puzzled, and didn’t say a word. An older man walking behind him, his father, said his son, from Germany, was going to be an incoming freshman at Wake Forest and hadn’t learned the ‘slang’ yet. Then they both left and said ‘Go Deacs!’ An instant connection, among strangers, halfway across the world.
— Mike Aiken (’71)
As a Wake Forest equipment manager, it was my job to look after the players. I wasn’t about to let a little thing like graduation keep me from my job, so my fellow Has-beens and I have been showing up to cheer them on every year since 1966. There’s a real closeness that comes from seeing familiar faces at each game, and I don’t think that happens everywhere.
— Abe Elmore (’55)
When I remember the Davis Field swings, I can see an image of my three children playing under those great shade trees. A board and two lengths of rope have become a Wake Forest memory for me. Now that all three have gone on to attend Wake Forest themselves, I’ve been able to hear each one share their memories of those same swings on a pause between classes.
— Tara Raines Stokes (’83, P ’10, ’12, ’15)
The Moravian Love Feast is one of my favorite Wake Forest events. My freshman and sophomore year, I got to watch the event from the choir loft and the beauty of the chapel lit completely by candlelight from that view is absolutely astonishing and breathtaking.
— Nancy Davidson (’12)
My freshman year, an episode of Homecoming on ESPN came to campus for a show about Chris Paul. Two of my now close friends and I ran around rolling the quad, covering the giant trees and mummifying the host for the opening of the show. It was one of the first times my friends and I spent time together, and the beginning of a great friendship.
— Kiana Courtney (’13)
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