Open to: General Public This evening, Holland Lodge No. 1 will be
Open to: General Public
This evening, Holland Lodge No. 1 will be honoring Lieutenant Mike Nguyen. Lieutenant Nguyen has served the community as a Harris County Sheriff’s Deputy for over 15 years.
Mike’s motto is, “I believe we should always do things with a big heart, with big intention, and the results will be a big success.”
Please join us this evening as we honor, “Mr. Go Big or Go Home.”
Dinner: 6:30pm
Ceremony: 7:30pm
Attire: Lodge Officers in Tuxedos, members and guests in Uniforms or Business Professional.
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June 5, 2024 19:30 - 21:30(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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