West Bend Masonic Lodge Nº 138

Found this in Chinatown in Victoria, British Columbia during our cruise on the Ovation of the Seas to Alaska.

https://freemasonry.bcy.ca/history/chinese_freemasons/index.html

Billings Masonic Center.

I'm traveling to Billings, Montana for work this week and stumbled across the Masonic section of the Sunset Cemetery. Stations for the Eternal Junior Warden, Eternal Senior Warden, Eternal Worshipful Master, and the Lodge Furniture in the center. Took a few moments to visit with our departed Montana Brethren.

Repping Freemasonry at work today. Masonic Tartan!

Welcome Roger Wolski and Tom Goodall for being raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason this past Saturday.

Congratulation Brothers Roger Wolski and Brother Tom Goodall for being passed to the degree of Fellowcraft in our last stated meeting. Brethren from Hartford Lodge came along and Worshipful Brother Jim Diem sat in the east. Thank you to the Brethren who were able to attend.

Happy New Year's, Brethren!

Merry Christmas Brethren!

Fun with the kids at the Sheboygan Children's Museum

West Bend Masonic Lodge Nº 138 updated their business hours.

Merry Christmas My Brothers!!

Good times at Installation of Officers 2021. I fully expected the incoming WM Alan Jordan to have a tricorn hat or Roman Venturion helmet as his Master's hat.

Installation of Officers for 2021.

Congratulations to the Worshipful Master-Elect Alan Jordan! Thank you to the sitting Officers of West Bend #138 for all they have done in this most challenging of years.

Regular Lodge Communication on Thursday evening, September 24th at 7PM or when the gavel sounds in the East.

Don't forget your face coverings and Masonic regalia!!

Merry Christmas My Brothers! - Omar Youssef, PM

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and V***n!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

"Raised" being the key word among Masons. Miss you all, Brethren!