**** For Masons in the “St Thomas Ontario” District ****
Volume XXll-2 March 2017
Well well. We editors of Newsletters have been ‘advised’ to be very careful of the content we send out in them. In that respect, I will conduct myself accordingly. However, I honestly believed the Grand Lodge when they wanted us to have fun both in and outside the Lodge rooms. I guess new management has new ideas. Anyway to that end, please let me know if I have done anything wrong in the issue. If I have, I am sure I will be told so by Grand Lodge. I’m just wondering where freedom of speech is allowed nowadays. I have still added the cat to my newsletter.
R.W.Bro. Bruce McLean; Initiated into Dufferin Lodge 364, on March 19, 1957. The meeting on the 21st of March 2017 will mark his 60 years a mason.
D.D.G.M. Official Visits
Tuesday March 21st Dufferin Lodge 364, Melbourne, 7.30 p.m.
Wednesday April 5th Cameron lodge 232, Dutton, 7:30 p.m.
Tuesday April 11thSt. Marks Lodge 94, St. Thomas Masonic Centre, 7:30 p.m.
Wednesday, April 19th, Malahide Lodge 140, Aylmer, 7:30 p.m.
Tuesday May 2ndWarren Lodge 120, Fingal, 7:30 p.m. This is the DDGM’s home lodge.
St. Thomas Annual Fish Fry at the Karn’s Entertainment Centre 12 – May 2017 start time 5:00pm
Past Masters, Masters and Wardens Spring meeting at Pleasant Valley Golf Course. 29 May 2017
St. Thomas District Meeting Saturday 22 April 2017 at 8:30 a.m.
Past Grand Lodge Officers evening 09 May 2017 at 7:30 pm at the Masonic Centre
District Sunrise /Memorial Service at the Masonic Centre 11 June 2017, 8:30 am
Did you know: Bro. Mitchell Frederick Hepburn
(12 August 1896 – 5 January 1953):
Was the 11th Premier of Ontario from 1934 to 1942
Was the youngest Premier in Ontario history when appointed at age 37
Hepburn’s premiership achieved international attention, which merited his appearance On Time magazine’s cover in 1937
Introduced compulsory milk pasteurization (in so doing, he has been credited with virtually wiping out bovine Tuberculosis in the province).
In 2008, a school in St. Thomas was named in his honour.
was a member of St. David’s 302 in St. Thomas, being initiated on April 21st, 1927. Submitted by R.W.Bro. David Nichols, Warren 120, also on the Grand Lodge website
A Masonic moment:
Thoughts for the month: “Andy Rooney sayings”
I’ve learned…. That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
I’ve learned…. That being kind is more important than being right
I’ve learned…. That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.
I’ve learned.… That love, not time, heals all wounds.
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my… shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry river, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware, beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
A letter to the editor : Regarding the comment made by R. W. Bro. Colin Webster at a recent meeting of Cameron Lodge No. 232. in Dutton. He stated that while the candidate was at the Senior Warden’s Station “he had an ex London City Policeman in front of him, a current London City Policeman on his left, an ex London City Policeman now with the O.P.P. on his right and an ex O.P.P. behind him. you further stated that if the candidate had wanted to run away, he would not have got far. My question is, why would he have wanted to run away when he thought he was in Tim Horton’s. Name withheld but available from the Newsletter Chairman upon request.
Laugh for the Month:
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