Fellowship Lodge #490 had so many traditions that it takes a while to bring them all back to memory. My apologies for seeming to be one themed as of late, but I feel it bears sharing so other lodges may profit from some ideas and to imagine what it was like in the "glory days"
Every year at the Annual Stated Meeting, which is a fancy way of saying the December Regular, a special meal was served after the meeting.........OYSTER STEW.....not for me but the brothers enjoyed it immensely.
One year I had the pleasure of watching Larry Batiste make the concoction. Two gallons of drained raw oysters, about a gallon and a half of whole milk, couple of pounds of butter, salt, and pepper. Get it warmed through a slight simmer with the butter melted....done. I also enjoyed watching the older brothers slurp a couple of bowls down....and they would all joke they were going home to chase the wife around the house.
Come Installation of Officers time there were a couple of more traditions. Boutonnieres for the officers and corsages for their wives or significant other. Two robust poinsettias were perched in front of the lectern in the East, one for the outgoing Master's wife and one for the incoming Master's wife.
At the November Regular the officers would wear their tails to be photographed for the Installation in December. I was in the West in November preparing for my time in the East. November was also our annual Memorial Service for the brothers who had passed that year. This particular year WB Bob Shaw was going out as Master and I was in the West.
When I arrived WB Bob informed me that we had a task to do that evening after the Memorial Service, we were to scatter the ashes of a deceased brother who had requested that his ashes be scattered at the Flint Masonic Temple. Worshipful Master Bob Shaw and myself climbed out on to the fire escape on the Blue Floor which was directly behind the Masters Chair and hallway. WB Bob opened the door and we went out on the fire escape in the brisk snowy wind of November. After a moment of silence Bob opened the bag and began to empty the brothers ashes....just then a real strong November snowy gust came rifling down the alleyway and I do believe we had more of the brother on our black tuxedos with tails than got scattered. I will never forget this experience.
A long and I do mean very long standing tradition for many years was Brother Marshall Burns, who served Fellowship Lodge for well over 40 years as Tyler. Brother Burns began working in Buick in 1927, which was 10 years before the union. He dug the basement of their home with a team of horses. Marshall was an amazing man, a kind gentle man, and had an unwavering loyalty to Fellowship Lodge. Among other things Marshall was a Bee-Keeper and made the best honey from his bees.
I remember fondly that WB Lynn Ross was installing the officers and when it came to the Tyler being installed, WB Lynn said "Brother Marshall Burns you are now going to be installed as Tyler of this lodge for the 43rd consecutive year, consider yourself installed my brother."
One last thing is that Brother Marshall would show up at every Memorial Service in his black suit, narrow black tie, trench coat and dress hat carrying the "funeral case" which contained the white aprons, gloves, and registry book for memorials. He was always at least 30 minutes early and performed this task amazingly well, such an air about him. Not bad for an old country boy who was a gentleman's gentleman.
Thanks for the memories.