Brethren,
This story was written in 2009 and sent to me in 2010 by W. Bro. Ed Halpaus. It makes some really great points and raises some questions, at least for me. Did the Lodge try to contact the suspended Brother anytime during his 30 years of suspension for non payment of dues? I will leave you with this thought. You joined the Masonic Fraternity for a reason. If you want to go to Lodge then go, don’t keep making excuses. This story puts into perspective the old adage of “don’t put off untill tomorrow what you want to do today, because you never know what tomorrow may bring.” If you have a good Masonic story to tell, don’t be afraid to send it to me.
Did U Know?
MY DAD, MY BROTHER
By Ken Baril
My Dad, Joseph Baril, was born in Joliet, Canada, on Feb. 5, 1885. When he was five years of age, his family moved to Holyoke, MA. He continued to live there and was educated in their public school system. When he was 22 years old, he moved to New Haven, CT. and lived there for the remaining portion of his life.
His Masonic career began when he petitioned Adelphi Lodge No. 63, A. F. & A. M. located in New Haven. He was initiated on January 6, 1925, passed to the Degree of Fellow Craft on January 13, 1925, and was raised to the Sublime Degree of Master Mason on February 24, 1925. He was very active in that Lodge until he developed glaucoma. At that time, medical knowledge regarding this disease was not as advanced as it is today and because of the ignorance of how to treat this condition, my Dad became blind.
Throughout his years in darkness, he always maintained his sense of humor. In 1929, when the depression hit this country, my Dad did not have the financial resources to continue to pay his Lodge dues. Unfortunately, he was not alone. Because of this situation, he was dropped for non-payment of dues. He was a Mason not in good standing until 1962 when I decided to make the necessary arrangements to have him re-instated. This was my Christmas present to him: his paid up dues card. He was ecstatic. The years came and went, and as many times I had asked him to accompany me to my Lodge, he always said that he would be embarrassed because he could not work his way in. I assured him that it would not be necessary for him to be upset, as I would assist him in remembering the necessary criteria for him to enter. Time seemed to fly by, and then one evening, while I was preparing to go to Lodge, the phone rang and my Mom said that Dad would like to go to Lodge with me. I was extremely happy and proud, because I could finally sit in Lodge with my Dad. I rushed to finish getting dressed and drove to where they lived, which was only a few blocks away. As I walked into the living room, there he was. His suit, which still appeared to be stylish, although he had it since the early thirties, his white shirt, and his ever present, bowtie. My Dad hated conventional ties.
I assisted him out to the car, and helped him into the front seat. He seemed to be a bit more relaxed and as we rode and he turned to me and said, “You know, son, this is quite an honor for me to sit in Lodge with you this evening.” That is when my eyes began to tear. I said, “Thanks, Dad, I appreciate that. Your Brothers in Lodge will be very happy to see you, many for the first time.”
We arrived at Lodge, about forty-five minutes before we opened and I parked the car. We only had to walk a very short distance until we arrived at the flight of five steps that led into the lobby. I had to hold onto him firmly as he was weak and had a problem with his balance. I began to help him up the stairs and when we got to the fourth step, I could feel his body slowly becoming limp. I gently sat him down leaning him against the railing, and I began loosening his tie and collar button. He had a slight smile on his face as he leaned against me with his hand extended for that final, friendly, and brotherly grip, whereby one Mason may know another, in the darkness as well as in the light. One of my Brothers called for an ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived, my Dad was already on his way to that Celestial Lodge on High. My Dad, my Brother, died in my arms.
I know my Dad loved me; he told me so, many, many, times. He also told me death is just another door to life.
He told me not to grieve when the time comes, but to go on, and that in me he lives, and in the dark twists of night where dreams make all things possible, I see him.
I never did get to sit in Lodge with my Dad, but I know that in the Celestial Grand Lodge Records, his name will appear, and it will show that my Dad, my Brother, Joe Baril, did attend Lodge that night. I will uphold my Dad’s name with dignity and honor. His blood runs deep within me. I can do no less!
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W. Bro. Dwight D. Seals
Camden Lodge #159
Camden, Ohio
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