Memories of Master Eadweard Boicewright

Nearly a month ago, my lord husband told me that Master Eadweard Boicewright, one of my dearest mentors and friends, had passed away. He said that he had suffered a cardiac event.

It broke my heart.

Papa, as those who learned from him call him, was a pillar, not just in our kingdom, but in the Society at large. He was a keeper of our memories, he dispensed wisdom to kings and peasants, and he gave of himself whenever and where ever he saw a need, without any expectation of praise or reward.

The first time we met was at Valor, in 2011. I was mending a friend’s trousers when he sat down across from me at the table. We talked about my SCA name, about trouser seam stability (he told me how his trousers were split when he was called into court to receive a Calon Cross), and mundane things. In retrospect, I see now how he was sizing me up and getting a feel for the kind of person I am.

I guess he liked what he saw because a few months later, he sponsored me in my first Queen’s Prize Tournament and introduced me to Marcella (Mama), his lady wife. She taught me how to make cloth buttons, finger loop braid, lucet, and heddle weave.  It became a habit during my first year in the SCA: I’d go hang out in Papa’s wood wright shop and make tools then go upstairs and ask Mama to teach me how to use them.

Since I moved away, I’ve missed that bond and rapport. Not many people will drive twenty-thirty minutes to take a broke college student out for a nice lunch because she spent the bulk of her much-need Spring break bedridden with Strep Throat, but Papa did. Not many laurels would steer apprentices that could be stars in their belts toward other peers because they see how they could flourish in that relationship, but Papa did.

To be clear, Papa was not the sort of man who brandished his title. I still remember the grin that spread across his face when he finally told me he was a laurel and saw my face pale as I shrunk away a little. I was still new enough to have Peer Fear and had been talking easily  with him for over an hour at that point, so I was a more than a little intimidated. More importantly, though, what he said to me about being a laurel gave me the first inkling that it was something I could aspire towards. He told me that being a laurel meant being a teacher and teaching is something to which I have always been drawn. That seed has remained with me eight years later.

Papa was also one of the most insightful people I have ever known and the most honest. He was the man he always aspired to be, like the Kipling poem he was fond of quoting: a man who talked with crowds without losing his virtue and walked with kings without losing the common touch. I wasn’t done learning from him and I’ll always miss our talks.

Tournament of Valor Court Summaries

Saturday court, September 3, A.S. 51
Alex of Vatavia – AoA
Brian Robert MacDougall – Stile Fyrd
Bree Oakwife – AoA
Vashti al-Asar – Torse
William Douglas – Silver Hammer
Francisca Sangria de Leon – Torse
Aiden Wren Cheriksdottir – Queen’s Chalice
Mathurin Kerbusso – Pelican
The new Champion of the Calontir Bardic College is Lady Cristabell Rose Alwin.
The new members of the Lilies Committee are Master Thomas of Cologne, Master Magnus Anskegg, and HL Chiara di Paxiti.
4 people received First Event mugs.

On the field, September 4
Øyríkr Raðúlfsson – Iren Fyrd
Toke Ormsson – Iren Fyrd

Sunday court, September 4
Astrid of Vatavia – AoA
Morgan Stone – AoA
Avraham ben David Hakhuzari – Order of Chivalry / Knight
Gunnar Thorisson – Pelican
Elaisse de Garrigues is the new Royal Skald.
2 people received First Event mugs.

Presentation scene; detail of a miniature from BL Royal MS 15 E vi, f. 2v. 15th C. Public domain in the US

Presentation scene; detail of a miniature from BL Royal MS 15 E vi, f. 2v. 15th C. Public domain in the US