"To preserve the reputation of the Fraternity unsullied must be your constant care."

BE A FREEMASON

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

MASONIC DICTIONARY ONLINE

WBro. Stephen Dafoe, Masonic and Templar author and publisher, has collected together 26 new essays on progressive Freemasonry at www.MasonicDictionary.com.

A is for Apathy by Bro. R. John Hayes
Boring Our Members To Death by W. Bro. Christopher Hodapp
Charity by W. Bro. Fred Milliken
Dues That Don't Anymore by W. Bro. Nathan C. Brindle
Education: The Unspeakable Masonic Word by W. Bro. Jay Hochberg
Freemasonarian: How intellectualism Rots by W. Bro. Stephen Dafoe
Grand Lodge by W. Bro. Tim Bryce
Harmony by Bro. David Weinberg
Intolerance by W. Bro. C Shawn Oak
Jurisprudence, Masonic by W. Bro. Dan Ellnor
Kakistocracy by Bro. XXXXX
The Ancient Landmarks - Abusing Them by W. Bro. Dan Ellnor
Membership: Where Are We Really Losing Members by W. Bro. Stephen Dafoe
Nationalism by Bro. Jelle Spijk
Obligations by Bro. Steve Schilling
Whatever Happened To Masonic Pride? by W. Bro. Christopher Hodapp
Quality vs. Quantity - "Foodmasonry and You" by W. Bro. Michael Bayrak
Racism in Freemasonry by W. Bro. Fred Milliken
Stated Meetings and Entered Apprentices by Bro. Steve Schilling and W. Bro. Christopher Hodapp
That's Not How We Did It In My Year by W. Bro. Carl W. Davis
Universality by W. Bro. Eric Schmitz
Virtues by W. Bro. Tim Bryce
Asleep at the West Gate by W. Bro. Stephen Dafoe
X is for Xenophobia by Bro. John Hayes
Y AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO THEM? (GENERATION Y) by W. Bro. Tim Bryce
Zeal for the Institution by W. Bro. James Dillman


I'm honored to have been a participant in this project along with several of my fellow Knights of the North. And thanks to Stephen for his guiding, prodding and organizing.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST DAY

Greg Stewart, the "Masonic Traveler," has a terrific article aboutSaint John the Baptist Day, June 24th, and just what a couple of identically-named Catholic saints are doing in a non-denominational, non-sectarian men's fraternity.

Friday, June 16, 2006

IN DEFENSE OF MAGISTERIAL LANGUAGE

The Catholic Church is having a lengthy wrangle over the wording of the mass - their ritual, if you will. In the 1970s, a directive came from the Vatican to "simplify" the ritual, namely, to create a new translation that was closer to the vernacular, to the way people really speak and think, instead of the poetry of the mass as it had appeared in Latin. The new pope has decided that something was lost in that decision, that there is worth and majesty in the original Latin, and that a closer translation to its original Latin form would be more desirable, more affecting, more, well, reverent. In short, it sounds like the new pope has at last recoiled from the dumbing down of the liturgy.

Some interesting quotes:

"Folks are finally beginning to see what a banal translation of the Mass we've been saddled with for so long. The new translation is, I'm happy to say, not so very new-many of the expressions are just revivals of traditional expressions that have been used in English for generations."


"We need to give God the best words we can use. Words shape thoughts and cultures. We should not give God second best just to make things easier."


"Sometimes profound thoughts and truths require long sentences and big words," Harden said. "We don’t want to reduce the wording of the sacred Mass to the level of Time magazine. If people don't understand it, you educate and prepare them."


What a fantastic concept.

Pope Ratzinger has put the hammer down and called for a return to higher standards (in many areas, not just the wording of the mass) and more challenging vocabulary. For all those who point to Masonic ritual and call it too archaic, too long, or too complex for "modern men" to be interested, I find it interesting that the Church is taking the opposite view.

They are raising the standards. They are making it more challenging.

Freemasonry keeps making changes in an effort to appeal to young men, yet we keep doing it without asking young men about it first. We say they don't have time to take the degrees individually. We say the lectures are too long. We say the memorization is too hard. Yet, men who are staying away from Freemasonry don't know about those things. They don't know what Freemasonry IS! The young men who ARE joining our lodges are better educated than any generation of Masons ever before. They've done incredible research about the Craft before knocking on our doors. They are looking for something legendary, something mythical, something timeless. These are the men who grew up fascinated by the minutiae of the Star Wars universe and its organization; of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and its heroic stories and fascinating tapestries of cultures; of the esoteric discussions and philosophical labyrinths of The Matrix. These men are not looking for fast, easy ways to join this most famous and legendary initiatic brotherhood. And when we rush to MAKE it simple and cheap and fast, Freemasonry loses its value and its allure.

Monday, June 05, 2006

MUNCIE MASONIC CENTER REVISITED


After visiting with Wbro. Tim Brinkmeyer and the brethren of Delaware Lodge in Muncie, I put together a website for them. They have a magnificent facility, and they are so close to Ball State University that I think the students there simply need to be aware that Freemasonry is alive and well in Muncie, and that they have a true Masonic treasure in their midst.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

THE MOTHER OF ALL EA DEGREES!

Last night the brethren of Major General John A. Logan Lodge #575 initiated a new brother in one of the most unique presentations I've ever seen. The room was illuminated solely by candlelight, and the room was scented with incense. The Bible reading was beautifully chanted by Brother Phillip Garver, who is a gnostic bishop and the SW of my own Lodge Vitruvian #767.Prior to the degree, the candidate was placed in a Chamber of Reflection, complete with the proper accessories of that tradition. And Brother Gary Messer, a talented artist, contributed special props, along with a newly painted mosaic floorcloth, complete with a blazing star and indented tessel. For brethren of Indiana, these are all very unique and non-traditional flourishes. For the candidate, they made an enormous impact, and made the evening even more memorable.

Bravo to WBro. Jim Lindsey PM, his officers, members and Past Masters for bringing these elements of Traditional Observance lodges to downtown Indianapolis! Logan Lodge was on the ropes just three years ago, held together by a dedicated but dwindling core group. A group of Masons from across Indianapolis saw the opportunity to help the brethren of Logan keep their lodge, while trying new and innovative ideas to reinvigorate it. Last night they succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

BROTHER SAM HORNISH JR. WINS INDY 500



Brother Sam Hornish Jr won the 2006 Indy 500 today by 6/100ths of a second!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Muncie, Indiana's Incredible Masonic Temple

I had the honor of speaking to a small gathering last night of Delaware Lodge in Muncie, Indiana. The event was to honor their 50 year members, and the excellent dinner was held in Muncie's beautiful Roberts Hotel. WM Tim Brinkmeyer also invited Senior Grand Warden Jeffrey Zaring and his wife Margie for the evening, and it was truly outstanding. The dinner was the highest quality, the surroundings were elegant, befitting the honors being presented. Everyone had a wonderful time. 

Everyone who came, that is. 

But what I saw after dinner gave me a long, sleepless night. The Muncie Masonic Temple is without question one of the most beautiful and majestic ever constructed for the fraternity. It was built largely by the gifts of the Ball family, creators of the Ball jar, and the patrons of Ball State University. The temple association sold the building in 1999, and today the first two floors are operated as a community center by the Cornerstone Center. The third floor remains home to two Masonic lodges, an OES chapter, and a Job's Daughter's Bethel. A new DeMolay Chapter is getting underway in the old Red Cross room, and the old Commandery asylum is there as well. 

But it is the two lodge rooms that literally take your breath away. The identically sized rooms are decorated with massive hand-painted murals depicting Old Testament scenes. The rooms are painted in a rich golden-ochre scheme, and are without the question the most beautiful I've ever seen anywhere in the world. 

The third floor of the Muncie Temple is one of the greatest treasures of Indiana Freemasonry, and few people even know about it. If the students of Ball State knew it, the college men would be lining up in droves to join. And if the Muncie Temple Association would start thinking like new members, perhaps they could see it with a fresh outlook and realize that this place must be saved at any cost. To let this majestic place simply wither and die from apathy, or worse, inaction and stubbornness, would be a disgrace. 

We don't have too many lodges. We have too many buildings. There are at least seven lodges in Delaware County. Instead of everyone paying to keep up five different buildings, why aren't they pooling their resources to preserve the best and most centrally located facility? As numbers decrease, we can no longer sustain a lodge building in every neighborhood. More important, this is a rare moment in time when the new public awareness of Freemasonry, a university town, a large group of young men and fate could all collide to protect and grow these downtown lodges. 

The is no reason why Muncie Freemasonry should not flourish with Ball State University right in its midst. One or two lodge officers can't do it alone. Their lodges need to act, and act fast.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

LODGE VITRUVIAN

A small but enthusiastic group was on hand to pass our lodge's Entered Apprentice to the Fellow Craft degree tonight. My friend and brother Eric Schmitz was outstanding in his role of Senior Deacon and the giver of the Middle Chamber lecture. My sincere thanks to all of you for your efforts. Lodge was great, and dinner at Capri was even better. May heaven smile upon Arturo DiRosa and his fine establishment.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

GRAND LODGE IS DEAD! LONG LIVE GRAND LODGE!


The Grand Lodge Annual Communication for 2006 has ended after two days, in a session that was mostly harmless. It's always great to see old friends every year, and attach names with faces after prolonged internet communication. Congratulations on the end of a successful, if painful, year for now Past Grand Master Dennis T. Herrell. He is certainly one of the kindest and gentlest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing.



Best wishes to the new Grand Master of Masons in Indiana, Most Worshipful Brother James Barkdull.

The biggest surprise I have had in recent memory came from Past Grand Commander of Knights Templar of Indiana Lawrence V. Kaminsky. I wrote, produced and narrated a video program for the Indiana Grand Commandery last winter, and it has apparently been very popular and well received, not just in Indiana, but around the country. Unfortunately, I was in Tennessee when the Grand Commandery was in session last month. So I was more than a little shocked and astonished that Larry stopped me at Grand Lodge yesterday and presented me with the Distinguished Service Medal of the Knights Templar. It is truly a great honor and privilege for me to receive this award, one I certainly do not feel qualified to have earned. I was, for once in my life, speechless.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

INDIANAPOLIS MASTER'S AND WARDENS and a LESSON IN FREEDOM

I had the honor of addressing the Actual Masters & Wardens Association of Indianapolis last night at Prospect Lodge #715 on Indianapolis' south side. Prospect has a great facility, and what is believed to be one of the largest lodge rooms in the state. They also have the very unique collection of custom lodge furniture and appointments of Irvington Lodge #666, with whom they merged several years ago.

Thanks to the brethren and their wives who came out. It was a great turnout, and I thank everyone for their hospitality, especially Jack Cummings of Englewood #715 who presided over the meeting, Secretary Bill Pike who I've known for several years, and of course, Prospect's Master Frank Capler and Senior Warden Jim Gaither. Joe Smith and the OES ladies provided a terrific turkey dinner, and the members of Prospect Lodge have a wonderful Temple. They also have one of the most incredible lineups of upcoming programs I've seen in any lodge. Trips to Canada. Back and forth visits with English brethren. Bus excursions. And a steady slate of new candidates. A busy lodge is a popular lodge, and the Prospect Masons have figured that out.

After the meeting, I drove through downtown and stopped in at Murat Shrine where the NexGen club was having a party. This is a club within the Shrine in Indianapolis of men under 45 (with a couple of notable "Old Fart Emeriti" thrown in), but the party was open to all.

The most excited guy in the room was a Mason in his late sixties, maybe early seventies. He was an emigre from Transylvania, Romania in 1965, and a man who knew very well what it was like living under a strict Communist dictatorship. He told me the most curious thing. He had first heard about Freemasonry in Tolstoy's "War and Peace," and like Tolstoy's Pierre, he wanted very much to become a Mason. But Freemasonry was outlawed at that time in Romania.

When he came to America, the first thing he did was to join a lodge. Why?

Because it was a symbol for him of freedom.

Because Freemasonry can only exist in a free country.

We take so much for granted.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

THANKS TO MY PENNSYLVANIA BRETHREN

Thanks to the Pennsylvania Freemason Magazine for the nice review of the book, along with a shot of my visit to Valley Lodge back in January.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

DOCTOR MOM

My parents are very talented, special people, from whom I have inherited only a fraction of their abilities. My mother is a uniquely accomplished woman. She has raised six children from three marriages. She has traveled the world. She has done more to quietly help her community than anyone I personally know, and she is the embodiment of Matthew 6.1:

Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:
That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.


She was rewarded yesterday by Indianapolis' Marian College with the degree of Master of Humane Letters, making her an honorary Ph.D. Which, of course, now makes her Doctor Mom. The commencement program read:

Norma Winkler is a community leader who has a long history of helping Marian College. Following the death of her husband, Elmer, who was president of Rock Island Refining Corporation and a Marian College trustee, she established the Elmer L. Winkler Scholarship Fund. She and her stepson, Michael, were instrumental in starting the first Indiana State Fair train. She has also been active in the Catholic Church and served on the boards of Brebeuf Jesuit Preparatory School, St. Mary’s Child Center, and St. Luke Parish Council. She is a member of the Heartland Film Festival board of directors.


I don't know who wrote that blurb, but it barely scratches the surface. She does not sound her own trumpet.

Showing her further Knowledge of All Things, she even picked the winner of the Kentucky Derby.

It was a great day yesterday. For the first time in seven years, our entire family was reunited for the occasion.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Tennessee Masons

I am in Knoxville, Tennessee this week shooting commercials, and had a last minute chance to visit South Knoxville Lodge #769. Many thanks to the brethren and their fine hospitality, and especially to WM Monroe Marcum.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Grand Historian of Connecticut

Thanks to Gary A. Littlefield, R.W. Grand Historian of the Grand Lodge of Connecticut for the nice mention of Freemasons For Dummies in his April 2006 message.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

DUMMIES IN PARIS


Philippe Benhamou and my cherubic self in Paris

Alice and I flew Franceward this week for research on a new book, and to meet with with French co-author of La Franc-Maconnerie Pour Les Nuls, Philippe Benhamou. Also joining us were Philalethes Society members Mike Segall and his charming wife Odette, Michel Singer, and Brother Z.


My thanks to all for a wonderful evening. Especially to Mike and Odette for recommending the great venue, Le Petit Chatelet, right across from Notre Dame Cathedral, and to Z for acting as chauffeur. Everyone has made this an especially memorable trip.

Between Brother Z's career, Mike and Odette's incredible lives, Michel's globe-trotting adventures, and Philippe's work in the French space program, I definitely felt like the resident, well, dummy.

The food was great, the conversation and company was even better.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Dummies In Minnesota

I continue to be be astonished and humbled at the incredible reception Freemasons For Dummies has received. This past week, I spent two days in Minneapolis, at the Grand Lodge of Minnesota's annual communication. The book and its Dummy have been awarded the Duane E. Anderson Award for Excellence In Masonic Education by the Masons of Minnesota.


I don't know where to begin with how honored I am to be given an educational award for a book with Dummies in the title. More important, the reception I was given was nothing short of astonishing. If there are any Minnesota Masons lurking here, thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart.



Their Grand Secretary told me to prepare not one, but THREE presentations for Friday. I figured by the banquet Friday night, the rotten vegetables would be flying at me. But every session was a true delight.

I owe a tremendous and un-repayable amount of thanks to MWBro. Andy Rice, the immediate PGM, MWBro. Neil "Cinosam" Neddermeyer PGM (and his wife Julie), Ed "More Light" Halpaus, Grand Lodge Education Officer, MWBro. Terry Tilton PGM, Grand Secretary Doug Campbell, especially SGD Tom Hendricks, and way too many others to list here. But most especially the brethren of Minnesota. The Grand Lodge Masonic Book Program has delivered over 1000 copies to its members, and the Grand Lodge Book Store sold over 200 copies on Thursday and Friday alone.

You guys won't ever know how that makes me feel, and I can't put it into words.

Now, here's the really important bit.

If you noticed something about the above descriptions, you'll see something very different from most Masonic jurisdictions. The GLofM gives a local and national award for excellence in Masonic Education. Their Grand Lodge meeting has three sets of afternoon breakout sessions on a wide variety of educational topics. They have a Grand Lodge Education Officer, Ed Halpaus, who emails a monthly educational piece to thousands of Masons. Ditto for Neil Neddermeyer, their Grand Lodge Fraternal Relations Officer, whose job it is to visit EVERY SINGLE LODGE IN MINNESOTA over the course of the year. He sends out CINOSAM, a weekly educational and anecdotal newsletter to over 3000 Masons the world over. Minnesota has a regular book program. In short, the GLofM has made a huge, ongoing commitment to educating its members. Their website is loaded with rafts of educational programs for officers and members. They believe strongly in the regular, ongoing mission of keeping their Craft educated, engaged and informed.

That's a lesson we should all be stealing and claiming as our own.

By the way, they have been planning for months a high-profile reaction to the upcoming DaVinci Code movie, and are planning for the onslaught of interest in Freemasonry when Dan Brown's Solomon Key is released, probably around Christmas.

Are you? Are we?

Saturday, April 08, 2006

La Franc-Maconnerie Pour Les Nuls

The French edition of Freemasons For Dummies, entitles La Franc-Maconnerie Pour Les Nuls has been available now for just over four weeks. I have spoken with the French Co_autohor, Philippe Benhamou, who tells me it has sold 6700 copies in the first month of publication!


Brother Benhamou is a member of a lodge in Versailles. As I mentioned in the book,the notion of Masonic recognition is a sticky one, especially in the US where such issues can be hotly debated. Philippe's lodge is under the jurisdiction of the Grande Loge de France, the 2nd largest Grand Lodge in the country. Unfortunately, all mainstream US Grand Lodges recognize the Grande Loge Nationale Française - which is smaller in terms of membership. The upshot of this seemingly arcane discussion is that I can not sit in the same lodge with the co-author of my own book.


And if that isn't madness, I don't know what is.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A New Master Mason

I had the honor Saturday of attending a special Master Mason degree. What made it a little extra special was that the new Master Mason, Brother Mark Gordon, is in the Navy. All brethren in attendance who were servicemen were encouraged to wear their uniforms.

At the conclusion of the lectures, the presiding WM - my friend and brother Harley Caldwell - sat the new Master Mason next to him in the East for the closing. I strongly feel this is a wonderful thing to do, and is the final touch that denotes the specialness of the event for the newest Master Mason. In keeping with that notion, it was a tiny thing, but PGM Richard Elman closed in ample form, and at the conclusion, he had Brother Mark ascend the steps to the East to whack the closing gavel. The grin on Mark's face said it all.

What was especially outstanding about the degree was that almost every participant was under the age of 25. They were excited, they were enthusiastic, and they left a lasting impression on the new MM.

Brother Joe Angli wrote a very special optional military charge that he presented to Mark at the end of the degree. It was moving and dignified and did a masterful job uniting the conduct of a Mason with the duties of a soldier. airman or sailor. I'd like to post it here.


"My brother, you stand before your peers clothed in the badge of a Mason. Thrice have you been obligated, divested, reinvested, and instructed on the customs, traditions, and lessons of our great fraternity. While this course of instruction and its steadfast application to your life would be enough to distinguish you from the rest of the community. Simply recognizing you as a Master Mason on this occasion would be incomplete because, while you wear the white apron, you also bear a uniform of the great United States of America.

As you have been instructed, the internal and not the external qualifications of man are what Freemasonry regards. The honors upon your breast, the shine of your shoes, and the appearance of your uniform, though worthy of respect, are of little consideration to our Craft. Your mind, conscience, and heart rendered you worthy and well qualified, ensured you were duly and truly prepared, and fortified your recommendation. Your work amongst the craft has and, I am certain, will remain honorable.

It is at this critical juncture in your Masonic journey, when you spend your first few moments standing erect as a Master Mason, that I admonish you to reflect on your chosen profession and its relationship to our Order.

Liberty, equality, and fraternity are the principles upon which our Republic is founded. Our founding fathers took these lessons from our ancient brethren and gave them life in the Declaration of Independence and our Constitution. As you bind your life to the ideals contained in these documents as well as to the fraternity you see that, in both cases, there is only one course of moral instruction that prevails. There is only one doctrine that, with the aid of the Great Architect of the Universe, guarantees that the people of this country are able to stand fast as a free and independent nation. Yet as similar as these stations may seem – the one fraternal, the other professional – there is a very important difference.

Just as there has been a need for defenders of faith, so there is a need for those who will defend our ideals and carry them to the far corners of the Earth. It is necessary for someone to sacrifice his life so that others might live free, to carry the scepter of light to those in darkness, and to proudly and defiantly say “I am an American and Freemason” to all those who would deny the universality of our ideas.

You have chosen to carry this mantle through your generation. I bid you carry it high as you would your most prized possession. Honor it as your most solemn engagement. Treat it tenderly as you would a young woman so that when the sun sets on your life she may look on your earthly remains with respect. That she may feel the experience of your presence, and gaze daringly into the future as the sun rises yet again on another generation of men bound as brothers – loyal to the flag.

Godspeed Brother Gordon."



The lodge that this degree was performed at is on the outskirts of a large college town in Indiana. Literally tens of thousands of students pass within blocks of this lodge every day and never give it a second glance. These young men, many of whom are members of other lodges, are taking on the project of raising the awareness of Freemasonry among college students, and I am confident that they are on the verge of very great thibgs. The older men at this lodge are grateful and open to changes that will keep their lodge open and bring the message of Masonry to a new generation.

Masonic Darwinism is at work across the land, and lodges like these will grow and prosper. I am truly excited to see it happen right in front of my eyes.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I had a great day in lodge on Saturday.

Do we say that often enough?

I had a great day in lodge on Saturday. My mother lodge, Broad Ripple #643 made the long, arduous pilgrimage to the river town of Madison, Indiana, the birthplace of Indiana's Grand Lodge. Many young Freemasons in Indiana are unaware of the Masonic treasure hiding in an unremarkable brick building on a quiet street in Madison, Indiana. It is a place every Indiana Mason should visit, and even better, the perfect setting for a new candidate's initiation into the Craft.

Our candidate was a fine young man, but the day was made especially poignant by his father presiding over the degree, while his father-in-law looked on. And even though the truly horrid weather raged on outside, it was a great day in lodge.

Since our last trip down, a local lodge in the area has donated furniture, rods, etc, which makes it a little less of an expedition than it used to be. We no longer have to bring so much stuff with us to perform the degree.

Madison is a terrific place to explore. Maybe you saw the eponymous movie last year about the annual boat race on the Ohio that takes place annually. Its physical setting couldn't be more beautiful. Homesteaders began populating the area in the early 1800s. In about 1810, settlers purchased 65 acres of land from the Indiana Territorial government for about $2.50 per acre and christened the town "Madison" after the reigning President of the United States. Indiana became a state in 1816, and Ohio and Kentucky lodges banded together quickly to form a new Grand Lodge of Indiana.

The Grand Lodge of Free and Accepted Masons of Indiana, was organized in what we today call Schofield House on January 13, 1818. Built in 1816 in the federal style, this is believed to be the first two-story tavern house in Madison. The five lodges chartered at this first meeting were Vincennes #1, Madison #2, Charlestown #3, Lawrenceburg #4 and Corydon #5. Alexander Buckner, of Charlestown Lodge was the elected the first Grand Master.

The large lodge room on the second floor was originally for overnight traveling guests. They were served their meals in the kitchen on the first floor, and the room directly below the lodge room was a tavern from which the brethren could order their wine, whisky and ale. The corner room was a general store, where, among other important items, their treasured cigars were available.

In 1972 the Ancient Accepted Scottish Rite in the Valley of Indianapolis purchased the property from the heirs of Mrs. Charlotte Schofield for eventual presentation to the Freemasons of Indiana. It was turned over to the Masonic Heritage Foundation, and extensive restorations were made. The building was opened to the public as a Masonic museum on April 19, 1975.

The upstairs is suitable for conferring degrees on candidates, but most would agree that the Entered Apprentice degree is the simplest to perform in the small room. It does not lend itself well to the MM degree, as there is limited floor-space and limited areas for seating. Be aware that the stairs leading up to the lodge room are steep and most certainly NOT handicapped accessible.

In 2005, the Schofield House is open from April 5th until October 31st; Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday from 10:00AM until 4:30PM, and on Sundays from 1:00PM until 4:30PM. It is also open November 1st through April 4th by appointment. Nestled on the Ohio River, beautiful and historic Madison, Indiana is a terrific place to spend the day or a whole weekend, and the area is dotted with wonderful Bed & Breakfast establishments. Your ladies will not be bored while you are engaged in Masonic activities. There are also a number of nearby restaurants and taverns for your post-degree celebration, including the nearby Historic Broadway Hotel and Tavern, which dates from 1834 and is the oldest continuously operated hotel and tavern in Indiana. Which is still cigar friendly, by the way. And the perfect place to end a great day in lodge.

For tour information about Schofield House, or to schedule the restored lodge room for a degree, contact Curator Melvin Vonderheide at 812-265-4759.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

LibraryThing Book Cataloguing Service

Wow, did I stumble into an incredible library cataloguing service. It's called LibraryThing - have a look at my Masonic and related library.

I've added a sidebar to the FMFD website , mostly because the nice Dummies folks wouldn't allow me to add footnotes or a bibliography to the book, nor would they let me publish a list of recommended books for further study. Fair enough, they are not in the business of selling other people's books.

So, if you want to know where I got my research from, have a look at my library list.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Southern California Research Lodge

I've been speaking with Ralph Herbold at the Southern California Research Lodge, and he tells me they've sold over a thousand copies of the book. That is incredible.

A recent letter from Ralph said,

(I) think this book is the best thing that has happened to Freemasonry in many a moon, causing many a brother to read a Masonic book for the first time...

Thank you, thank you for writing this book.


I can't thank Ralph, Norm Leeper and the Grand Master of California enough for their continued support.

If you don;'t know about the SCRL, vist their website and join. It's the greatest bargain in Masonic education.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Masonic Darwinism

I reject the notion that Freemasonry is dying, and here is why. If you look at each major turning point in Freemasonry's development, you see very clearly that it has changed and adapted to suit the requirements of each moment in history. Bear with me as I hit some of the major turning points that the fraternity has endured, because it is vital that we understand our history before we can make judgments on our present and plans for our future.

The 1717 origins were on the heels of the English Civil War, the Enlightenment, the growth of urbanization and the beginnings of a middle class. Nobility was waning as an entitlement, and a merchant class was bringing the rubes in from the hinterlands, eager to make their fortunes. Religious tolerance was a requirement after three centuries of burning each other at the stake. Social class tolerance was a requirement because this new group of businessmen was changing the face of cities and towns. And drinking and dinner clubs were the hot place to go after a long day at the shop.

The mid 1700s saw a desire to attract more nobility to the Masons, in an effort to make the fraternity more prestigious than the other run of the mill drinking clubs. In the colonies, the Masons weren't as egalitarian as we'd like to tell ourselves, and the Moderns in the Americas became identified with the Tories and the Royalists when the Revolution broke out.

Meanwhile in France, Masonry became a place for the middle class to drape themselves in the trappings of the nobility. Freemasonry became "fashionable", women were initiated into the Order, and Freemasons plumped themselves with a bewildering number of new degrees that made them sound like the rich bastards in the castle down the street: Most Sovereign this, Chevalier de that, Grande haute something or other. The Scottish Rite degrees grew out of this desire to heap high sounding honors on a middle class that would otherwise never receive them. Recall that Napoleon learned early on that the best way to garner loyalty and love among his troops was to invest them with bling bling and pass out cheap medals like free cigarettes at a rock concert. He learned that making the new middle class more impressive was the best way to make his new government a success. They had all of the real money.

After the Revolution in the US, lodges began to move out of the taverns into their own quarters, and in many cases, the Masonic lodge began to compete with the local church for attendance. The appendant bodies spread to the US, and the same dynamic began to happen here as in France - don't let anyone kid you into thinking that our early American ancestors didn't want to be knights, pontiffs and princes.

Again, we changed after the War of 1812. Freemasonry became THE group to join if you wanted to be identified with the fraternity of the Founding Fathers. That's where the exaggerated claims of Freemasonry's role in the founding of the United States began to take off. Politicians absolutely wanted to be Freemasons, and it did help them get elected. Hence, the huge backlash after the Morgan Affair and the soaring growth in the Anti-Masonic Party, the first third-party in America.

So we changed again after Morgan vanished in upstate New York, whether the Masons killed him or not. Everyone figured we did. Lodges closed. Grand Lodges went dormant. The Masons went into hiding. We reemerged in the 1840s and made huge changes to the fraternity to keep the profanes from calling us bad names, and to keep out infiltrators. That's why we open on the MM degree and have no booze in lodges. Both were innovations of the 1840-1870 period. And which is why the Shrine and the Grotto and the Tall Cedars began in the 1870s and 80s. The Blue Lodge became a stoic place of introspection, and largely devoid of anything but the ritual, so the fun groups filled the void.

The OES and the Amaranth began before the Civil War because of a growing criticism that Masonry was keeping men out of church and away from their wives. The York Rite didn't begin its peculiar obsession with marching until the post-Civil War days, to capitalize on the desire of veterans to march and drill and relive camaraderie they had experienced in the military (and the Masons weren't the only ones who did this). Again, Masonry changing to meet the desires of its members.

Our preoccupation with charity took off before and after World War I because of a national polio epidemic, and then the vast numbers of widows and orphans after the War. There was no AARP, no Social Security, and virtually no pension plans. The rest of the fraternal world was out creating fraternities solely for the purpose of selling cheap insurance to their members. Shriners built hospitals, and the Masons built retirement homes and orphanages. Meanwhile, the period between 1890 and the Depression saw a bewildering - and unsustainable - building boom in Freemasonry and society as a whole. The theatrical presentations of the Scottish Rite became enormously popular, using state-of-the-art special effects, sets and lighting, and performed in magnificent theaters. It was as close to Broadway as you could get in Omaha or Oklahoma. The Masons built lavish Temples. So did the Pythians, Odd Fellows, churches, and governments. Every city today is littered with the bricks and limestone erected during this incredible period of economic growth. Which is partially what led to the bust.

The 1929 Depression that lasted well into the 1930s - and arguably until the beginning of World War II - saw our numbers decline. It would take the War to kick start membership to its greatest levels in history. By 1946, new membership was at its greatest peak, and by the 1950s there would be more than twice as many Freemasons in the US than we have today. The World War II generation wanted to party - after all, they had earned it. Freemasonry became a social hall. Dances, card parties, fish frys, pancake breakfasts, rummage sales - all were the events that brought the Masons of the 50s and 60s into lodge. The conferring of degrees in the lodge had sped up during the war so soldiers could be initiated, passed and raised as quickly as possible. And the lodge became little more than a stepping stone to the Shrine and the Grotto.

Our wheels fell off with the Vietnam generation. The changes I have talked about came along at roughly 20 and 30 year intervals, and in most cases they were massive changes, when you look at where we started. Every succeeding generation has left its stamp on Freemasonry. Until the 1970s. When the Baby Boomers failed to knock on the lodge door, the WWII generation had little choice but to put their shoulders into it and keep going. Up until that moment in time, a new generation of men came into the lodge and took the reins and adapted it to suit their needs. But not this time. What has happened is that those men who joined fifty years ago have tried to keep their lodges running according to the model of management and programming they created in the 1950s - that's what they knew, that's what worked, that's what satisfied them during the period of Masonry's biggest membership days.

So why shouldn't they think theirs was the correct model to hang onto? It had worked before, surely it would keep working.

That is why so many lodges today are dying and are suffering from hardening of the arteries. Changing the habits of twenty years is hard enough, as anyone who tried to lose thirty pounds or stop smoking will tell you. Changing the habits of fifty or sixty years is well nigh impossible. Fear of change can turn into downright terror. Throw in a nervous distrust of the young, along with a major case of the heebie jeebies over the advance of technology, and it's a wonder that our more seasoned members don't barricade the doors and call the cops on us.

So what to do? I've seen firsthand a lodge vote to kill itself rather than change anything it was doing. The sad truth is that lodges are going to continue to close. What our younger members must understand is that habit and fear are difficult obstacles to overcome, and some lodges won't survive. What our older members must understand is that it's okay to let go. Young men need to be given the same right to adapt Freemasonry to their needs as the previous generations did. That might mean Trestle Boards delivered by email and funeral service requests via text messaging. It might mean a lodge humidor and a cigar smoking room - just like many of our lodges had a hundred years ago. It might mean the repeal of our liquor prohibition. It might mean opening on the EA degree again, as we did for 150 years. It might mean a smaller emphasis on the progressive officer's line as a rigid rule of advancement. It could even mean that the OES will die and that we recognize women's Masonry as more women discover the precepts of the Craft.

It will certainly mean that the fraternity will be smaller and leaner, with a stronger interest in the philosophical principles of Freemasonry than we have today. The men who are coming into our lodges today are learning about us in books and the internet long before they petition us, and in many cases they know more about the origins and philosophy of Freemasonry than most of our members. It might surprise you that they are seeking something spiritual that is a connection with the traditions of our ancient past. Brethren, these new men are starving for it. In many cases, they have had little religious background, and their families are more often than not fractured in some way. Few of them have known what is to live with a strong, extended family and to rely on them for support. There's no such thing as long-term job security. They are more mobile than any generation in history. And they live in a world that is very informal and impersonal. There is a void in their lives that Freemasonry can fill. They are seeking our teachings and our history and the brotherhood that we offer. Euchre nights and fish frys don’t appeal to them nearly as much as the more philosophical lessons of the Craft and the strong bonds of friendship we provide. That will have a profound effect on us.

The lodges that will survive will find a balance between serving the needs of its older members, while satisfying the thirst for knowledge and fraternalism of its newer Master Masons. The strongest lodges will provide bus trips to Branson and Medicare Part D presentations, along with esoteric study circles. WiFi hotspots, and Lord of the Rings movie nights. History shows us that Freemasonry will survive. It is patient, even when we are not. But harmony is something that has to be worked at by all of us. It is the strength and support of all societies, but only when we all practice it together. And sometimes the best way to practice it is to let Freemasonry evolve as it always has.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Pottsville, Freemasonry and Wistful Memories


I was asked a few weeks ago about coming to speak about Freemasons For Dummies in a little eastern Pennsylvania mining town called Pottsville. If you've ever read any of author John O'Hara's short stories about the fictional town of "Gibbsville" and its high-society neighborhood along "Lantenango Street," he was really writing about Pottsville. O'Hara was born in a house just two blocks from where I once lived, on the very real Mahantongo Street, decades after that snooty class of pretentious, fancy-pantsed nobs and snobs he wrote about moved away in search of richer pastures, where the coal dust would never again stain their tennis outfits and white golf sweaters, and they could finally be accepted among the other zeros in New York's 'Four Hundred.'

Meh, you take your brushes with the famous wherever you can find them.

Way back in the dark ages of 1967-1970, I spent four wonderful summers with my father and step-mother who lived for a while in Pottsville, at 803 Mahantongo Street, in a long-decayed mansion that had been a deserted hulk when they bought it. The original front part of our house had been built in the 1830s by Burd Patterson, a little-known man today, but the first American to pioneer inexpensive iron smelting techniques, as well as a new, more economical way to mine anthracite coal. Patterson was instrumental in the early industrial days of the U.S., helping to wrest control of the world's iron business away from Europe. In keeping with the 18th and 19th century convention of attaching a special name to a big farm, ranch or stately home, Burd christened his new Georgian-style manse Foxcroft, and over the next 40 years the house was expanded in the back, creeping farther and farther up the steep hillside behind it, until the 1870s. 

Actually, everything in Pottsville is built on a steep hillside, and it was a longstanding belief that its first citizens had actually been a sturdy strain of Norwegian mountain goats.

The Yuengling Brewery was just two blocks down the vertiginous street from us, and is the oldest operating brewery in America – the same underground spring that ran through our basement's cave-like fruit cellar still provides the water that goes into Yuengling Lager to this day. (I was ten at the time, so I couldn't sample their alcoholic wares yet, but the Yuengling family also ran a local dairy that made delicious ice cream, with which I was content to intoxicate myself). 


Elizabeth Yuengling lived in the house for a while in the late 1800s. Then, two wacky, reclusive widows who always dressed alike moved in, and the house began to crumble. After they died, Foxcroft sat empty for almost 30 years. When Dad took possession, the thick, heavy, velvet curtains the ladies had installed so long ago to keep the inside in eternal darkness quite literally disintegrated when they were touched.

The mid-1960s were the days before people rehabbed old homes with anything like loving care, but Dad somehow did it on a middle-class white-collar salary, and turned the town eyesore into the greatest house I would ever live in. 



Those were heady days for a ten-year-old kid who imagined ghosts in the attic, skeletons in the basement, and a mysterious labyrinth in the tunnels that no doubt lurked beyond the eerie passage in the foundation that an underground spring passed through. We had twenty rooms and a dozen fireplaces. One attic room was piled to the ceiling with steamer trunks. A 48-star American flag.  A 194-bottle wine cellar behind two massive wooden gates. Weighty brass chandeliers from the 1880s with intricate Steuben glass shades that had never been wired for electricity. What electric lights were still in the house had heavy, oblong Edison bulbs, with a little pointed nib on the end and great, thick orange filaments that gave off more heat than light. There was a leviathan-sized boiler in the cavernous basement that heated up just four cast-iron steam-heat radiators for the entire house – that's why we had all those fireplaces, too.


Next door on one side, at 801, there was a dark, filthy, spooky, dopey, sleepy, sneezy old mansion that closely resembled Herman Munster's house, with its tower, oval attic windows, and steep mansard roofline. It appeared to have never received a lick of paint since its original construction, and bricks would fall off of it regularly. In three summers, I never once saw anyone coming or going, or even puttering outside, but the lights would come on at night in a single room. 

On the other side, at 825, was a great rambling building, the Saint Patrick Convent. None of these places had air conditioning, so everyone's tall, Victorian-era windows all along our block were often thrown open to catch a breeze in summer, and occasionally we'd hear the nuns laughing hysterically inside – we were reliably told that one of them would climb to the top floor, lay out a long dust rag, and then slide all the way down the bannister to the ground floor to dust it, to the cheers of the other sisters – kind of like The Flying Nun in reverse. No vows of silence at Saint Pat's.


For three days and nights during the Great Pottsville Blackout in July of 1968, we cooked every meal on a tiny hibachi out in the side yard, finding new, creative methods for cooking all our rapidly thawing frozen food over hot coals. Two major transformers had been destroyed by the worst electrical storm in the town's history, but somehow Pottsville's citizens managed to survive all that time of no electricity without rioting, looting, setting fire to police cars, demanding federal aid, opening crisis centers, or knocking over all the drug stores for valium pills. 

Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon right in our 1830 front parlor room one hot, muggy July night in 1969, and that dichotomy wasn’t lost on me even at that young age. I remember my grandmother sitting with us and watching in stunned silence as the static-filled images flickered on our Zenith TV set from 240,000 miles away — she had been born in 1884 in the hills of Kentucky, just 19 years after the end of the Civil War, and seven years after Mr. Bell invented the telephone.  My father and I walked out onto the front porch that night, and stared up at the Moon overhead — I think we both secretly hoped that, if we looked up there long and hard enough, we'd actually see Neil and Buzz wandering around their Lunar Module. We both understood just how cataclysmic this particular night was for the entire world. The future we had all been promised for so long was happening right there, right at that exact moment in time, and it was thrilling and terrifying to contemplate just how far into space mankind would reach by 1979, or 89, to say nothing of the year 2000!

When I turned twelve, I fell hard for my devastatingly cute neighbor Vici Zimmerman. We hung out in the balcony of the theatre downtown and saw "2001", "Yellow Submarine", and prophetically, an otherwise forgettable Doris Day comedy called "Where Were You When The Lights Went Out?" ("Right here in Pottsville," answered the headline in the paper when it was reviewed.)


One memorable afternoon, I even tried to impress Vici by treating her to lunch in the very dark and romantic downstairs 'Coal Mine Tap Room' of the Necho Allen Hotel, with its swanky, secluded booths made to look like individual caves, with black rock walls and ceilings of anthracite coal, lit only by electrified reproductions of miner's 'Davey lamps.' It was just the place for cozy afternoon trysts and rendezvouses (we were surrounded by bosses and their buxom secretaries lolling over their three-martini lunches), but it was tough for me to pull off the Dean Martin act when 'Yummy-Yummy-Yummy-I-Got-Love-In-My-Tummy' was playing on the Muzak, neither one of us smoked, and we couldn't order up anything more seductive than a couple of ginger ale and maraschino cherry juice 'kiddie cocktails.' 

Just drilling a hole through a wall inside our house was an all-day project, since all the interior walls were a foot thick, made of brick, insulated with horse hair and shredded newspapers from the 1830s, covered in wood lath, and plastered over. But despite the many challenges and soaring costs, Dad and Joyce restored Foxcroft in record time. They even joined the local Schuylkill Haven Country Club, where O'Hara's fancy-pantsed Gibbsville swells used to hang out before fleeing town for tonier points East. Meanwhile, I learned about plumbing and wallpaper and wiring and oil furnaces; about coal mines and railroads and lost fortunes; about personal histories and the precious pricelessness of capturing them before they vanish forever; about preserving the past as it slips silently away, quick! before the rest of the world knows it. 

And about faltering economies. My father worked for Aetna Metal Products, and when it abruptly closed just three years after he had been hired, Foxcroft had to be sold at a huge loss, and it took another three long years before they finally had a single offer they were compelled to accept. They moved eventually to Charlottesville, Virginia, losing almost every dime they'd put so lovingly into our magnificent mansion on Mahantongo Street. 

In one final act of bitterness and despair, they even removed the great, heavy brass fox head door knocker from the front door, in hopes that it might once again grace the entry to another dream home, somewhere else, sometime in the not too distant future.

The next historic home they’d live in was rented, and it did indeed have a history, too. 

But that’s a different story.


It took me almost thirty years before I could return to 'Gibbsville.' I was in Philadelphia with my wife at a mystery writer's convention in early fall of 1998, and we rented a car and drove up to Pottsville, just to see the house again. Despite Alice's embarrassed entreaties not to, I insisted on climbing the steps of its beautiful Queen Anne porch where Dad and I stood so many years before, and knocking on the front door. By sheer luck, a family had just bought it from the doctor who had purchased it from my father all those years before. But the old doctor and his wife had told them almost nothing about the house and its history, and I had seen it at its very worst. They were ecstatic to let me drag them from one end of the place to the other telling them all I could remember, and we spent two hours there. 


Curiously, the new owner, Paul Kulp, was a Freemason, and his wife Jan was a member of the Eastern Star, and the topic of Masonry came up. I told him I was strongly considering joining the fraternity after an experience we had just had in Texas. Alice's father had died, and I had been especially moved by a service performed by a group of Texas Masons we had called on very short notice the night before his funeral. Paul and Jan enthusiastically encouraged me to pursue Masonic membership.

On my return to Indianapolis, I did just that.  I was initiated two months later into Broad Ripple Lodge 643, in November of 1998.

I wouldn't be the same person I am today without spending those four special years in Pottsville during that high-wire passage between childhood and adolescence.  And I might not have ever become a Mason if I hadn't returned for those few short hours.

* Here's another coincidental link in the great chain of life where Freemasonry tapped me on the shoulder: I recently found out that three big, hand-painted coal mine scene murals that used to grace the walls of the Coal Mine Tap Room where I had hopelessly wooed Vici Zimmerman were removed after the place closed its doors and placed into storage for years. But in 2000 they were resurrected and installed in the banquet hall of Schuylkill Lodge 138, in nearby Orwigsburg.

Life really is a great big, enigmatic circle, if you just hang around long enough. 

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Founder's Day 2006 - Grand Lodge of Indiana

Words cannot describe how flabbergasted I was last Wednesday when DGM Barkdull called and asked if I was going to be at Founder's Day and, Oh by the way, did I know the Grand Lodge had purchased a copy of Freemasons For Dummies for every lodge in Indiana...

I am so gratified at the reception the book has received and so honored that the GM and the GL felt it was important or good enough for every Master to take home a copy to his lodge. I had honestly intended to attend the Founder's Day session to see and hear the program, and instead would up in the lobby signing books all day. Hundreds of them.

The great part was seeing so many brothers face to face. The bad part was that I missed what so many are calling the best Founder's Day program in years.

BTW, thanks also to the brethren who stopped to pass along their compliments over the York Rite video I put together that was running down continuously by WT&Ts shop.

Kudos to MWBro. Denny Herrell and his officers for a great day. And thanks again to everyone who stopped by the table and chatted.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Valley Lodge #459 - The Dummies Tour Begins!


My first speaking engagement on the Freemasons For Dummies tour - Valley Lodge No. 459 in, appropriately enough, Masontown, Pennsylvania on Janury 5th, 2006.







(LtoR)Some dwarfish Dummy, Wbro. Jason Craig, MWBro. Frank Joseph Haas, GM of West Virginia, and Junior Grand Deacon R. Jay Guminey, also of the GL of West Virginia.

I was gratified and humbled by the overwhelming hospitality shown to me by the members of Valley Lodge and the many visitors from both Pennsylvania and West Virginia. Getting to sit in lodge with the Grand Master of West Virginia, MWBro. Frank Haas, was an added bonus I never expected. Wbro. Jason did an outstanding job as Master for his first Stated Meeting. His calm and proficient leadership was much appreciated by even the most seasoned sideliners. Valley Lodge is going to have a terrific year. And with the creation of a strategic planning committee last night, his successes will continue. Bravo on an excellent night.

A shame that windy guest speaker wouldn't shut up...

Thanks again to all of the Masons there for a great evening, one I shall always remember.

The Pennsylvania ritual is similar yet very different from Indiana's - and indeed from most of the rest of the United States. Pennsylvania still works a ritual based on the English Antient's form, prior to the 1813 UGLE reunification. It is NOT based at all on Preston-Webb the way the other 49 states and Washington DC are.

One feature that I found particularly strange was that the Worshipful Master stands for the entire opening. But even that is misleading. The officer's duties are rehearsed in the MM opening as we do only when we open on the EA. And when the Secretary gets to his part, he doesn't just recite his duties, he then reads the minutes of previous meetings at that time, again while the Master remains standing. I'd venture to say Jason stood for almost 45 minutes before he was allowed to be seated.

Other differences:

The optional opening and closing charges in the Indiana Monitor are NOT optional in Pennsylvania, they are part of the opening and closing.

There are three additional officers immediately in front of the SW station: a Pursuivant, and a Junior and Senior Master of Ceremonies, all armed with swords.

Pennsylvania Grand Lodge REQUIRES all officers to be in tuxedos, with very specific, official design (tails, no wing collars, bow ties). Requires. Period. That goes for white gloves, too.

They are actually planning a road trip to Indiana in April, to exemplify the Master Mason degree using PA ritual, at Howard lodge in Kokomo. Like I say, I expect great things will happen in their lodge this year, and beyond.

My apologies to Jason's bride for keeping him out so late. "Sorry Brother, but you're keeping Broad Ripple lodge hours now!"