Fish, Ships and Quarry Chips

A History of Eureka Lodge No. 84, by Wallace M. Gage, published 1981

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FISH, SHIPS and QUARRY CHIPS

Being An Account of the

Life and Times of

Eureka Lodge No. 84, AF &AM

of

Tenants Harbor, Maine

Eureka Lodge Seal

By WALLACE M. GAGE

Secretary

1981

Masonic Hall, Tennants Harbor, Maine

 

DEDICATED

to the 594 Brethren

Who have passed through

the portals of Eureka Lodge

BEHOLD THE FRUIT OF THEIR LABOR!

Table of Contents

Preface
Whence We Came
Prologue
In the Beginning
Proceedings of the Lodge
Eureka's Homes
The Stalwarts
The Seafarers
The Quarry Men
Help, Aid and Assist
Finances
Grand Lodge Appointments
The Seal
Second Saturday
Necrology
The Masonic Veterans
Eureka's Masters
Eureka's Secretaries
125th Anniversary Schedule
Officers, 1855-1981
The Roll of Workmen
Acknowledgements

 

FATHER'S LODGE

Father's Lodge, I well remember,

   Wasn't large as Lodges go;

There was trouble in December,

   Getting to it through the snow,

But he seldom missed a meeting;

   Drifts, or blossoms in the lane,

Still the Tyler heard his greeting,

   Winter ice or summer rain.

Father's Lodge thought nothing of it,

   Mid their labors and their cares,

Those old Masons learned to live it,

   That fraternity of theirs.

What's a bit of stormy weather,

   When a little down the road

Men are gathering together,

   Helping bear each other's load.

Father's Lodge has made a village;

   Men of father's sturdy brawn

Turned a wilderness to tillage,

   Seized the flag and carried on.

Made a village, built a city,

   Shaped a county, formed a state,

Simple men, not wise or witty-

   Humble men, but yet how great!

Father's Lodge has caught the gleaming

   Of the great Masonic past;

Thinking, toiling, daring, dreaming,

   They were builders to the last.

Quiet men, not rich or clever,

   With the tools they found at hand

Building for the great forever-

   First a village, then a land.

Father's Lodge no temple builded,

   Shaped of steel and carved of stone;

Marble columns, ceilings gilded,

   Father's Lodge has never known.

But a heritage of glory

   They have left; the humble ones-

They have left their mighty story

   In the keeping of their sons.

-Douglas Malloch-

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