If you’re free come join Holland Lodge No. 1 this Saturday March 16th for a
If you’re free come join Holland Lodge No. 1 this Saturday March 16th for a casual day of fellowship, coffee, and Donuts and maybe a game of pool upstairs.
Holland Lodge No. 1 will be hosting a social day at lodge for “Breakfast with Brothers”. We are reserving a day once a month the Saturday after our stated meeting (2nd Wednesday of each month) to have a casual day at lodge for fellowship and good conversation.
This is an open event to allow your brother’s family, spouses or even your kids a chance to participate and see who and where we spend so much of our time and get to know each other better. A chance to get to get to know potential applicants in a more casual setting and an alternative day to help brothers who may struggle with work schedules that prevent them from coming to weekday meetings regularly.
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March 16, 2024 10:00 - 12:00(GMT-05:00)
Holland Lodge No.1 A.F.&A.M.
4911 Montrose Blvd. Houston, TX 77006
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Today in Masonic History we present The Mother Lodge by Rudyard Kipling.
There was a Rundle, station master,
An' Beazeley of the rail;
An' Achman, commissariat,
An' Donkin o' the jail;
An' Blake, cunductor sergeant-
Our Master twice was ‘e,
With ‘im that kept the Europe shop,
Old Framjee Eduljee.
Outside-"Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Slam!"
Inside-"Brother" an' it doesn't do no ‘arm,
We meet upon the level an' we parted on the square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out there.
There was Bola Nath, accountant,
And Saul, the Aden Jew,
An, Din Mohammed, draughtsman,
Of the Sursey office, too.
There was Babu Chicekerhitty,
An' Amir Singh, the Sikh,
An' Castro of the fittin' sheds,
A Roman Catholic.
We ‘ad n't good regalia,
An' our Lodge was old an' bare;
But we knew the ancient landmarks,
An' we kept ‘em to a hair.
An' looking on it backwards,
It often strikes me thus,
There ain't such things as ‘eathen now,
Except, per'aps, it's us.
For monthly after labor
We'd all sit down an' smoke
(We durs'nt give no banquets
Least a brother's caste were broke),
An' man on man got bukkin'
Religion an' the rest,
An' every man comparin'
Of the God 'e knowed the best.
So man on man got started,
An' not a beggar stirred
Till mornin' waked the parrots,
An' that dam' brain-fever bird.
We'd say't was very curious,
An' we'd all go ‘ome to bed
With Mohammed, God, an' Shira,
Changin' pickets in our ‘ead.
Full out of Gov'ment service
This wanderin' foot ‘ath pressed
An' bore fraternal greetin's
To the Lodges East and West
Accordin' as commanded,
From Ko'at to Singapore,
But I wish that I might see them
In my Mother Lodge once more.
I wish that I might see them,
My Brethren white and brown,
With the burlies smellin' pleasant
An' the ag-dan passin' down,
An' the old Khansannah snorin'
On the bottle-Khana floor,
Like a Brother in good standing
With my Mother Lodge once more.
Outside-"Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Slam!"
Inside-"Brother" an' it doesn't do no ‘arm,
We meet upon the level an' we parted on the square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out there.
4911 Montrose Blvd, Houston, Texas 77006
Phone: (713) 529-0912
Email: Secretary@hollandlodge.org
Web: www.HollandLodge.org
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