2015
Officers
Worshipful
Master Forrest Hammer(928-425-4516)
Senior
Warden Bill Greenen, KYCH (480-510-4241)(bg_mason@yahoo.com)
Junior
Warden Earl Warner PM(928-425-7715)
jwew98@yahoo.com
Secretary
Paul Dore' Sr, KYCH (928-425-2891)
pauldoresr@cox.net
Treasurer Scott
Teichrow, PM (928-425-8293)
rsteichrow@yahoo.com
Senior
Deacon Jim Rasmussen, PM
Junior
Deacon Ed Fox
Chaplain
Ralph Gerhardt, PM
Marshall
Bill Sneyd
Senior
Steward Rodney
Burden
Junior
Steward Tim
Schrowang
Tyler
Timothy
Humphrey, PM
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Trustees:
Rodney
Burden, 2018
Forrest
Hammer, 2017
Timothy
Humphrey, 2016
Harold
Benjamin, PM, 2015
Ralph
Gerhardt, PM, 2014
Committees
Public
Schools - Ed Warner
Widows
- Ed Warner
Education
– Bill Greenen
By-Laws
– Paul Dore' Sr.
Membership
– Paul Dore' Sr
Community
Events - Art Salcido
Highway
Cleanup – Tim Humphrey
Trestleboard
– Bill Greenen
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Something to Think About
I'm
Ready For My Last Degree An old man lay sick in the Masonic
Home, His face was as ashen as the white sea foam, His eyes
were dim, his hair was gray, His back was bent with the trials
of the way, He falteringly spoke, but I heard him say, I'm
ready for my last degree. I've come to the end of the level of
time
That
leads us to that Grand Lodge sublime, From whose borne none
ever return, More light in Masonry there I shall learn By an
altar where light shall evermore shine, I'm ready for my last
degree. With the Apprentice's gauge, I've divided my time Into
equal parts since life's early prime. And this I have found
amidst life's great turmoil, My wages are due me, in corn, wine
and oil, I'm ready for my last degree. Each day from life's
quarries, I've hewn a stone, With the gavel I've shaped them,
each one alone, And shipped them along beyond that bright
stand, To build me a house in that fair land, A spiritual
house not made with hands, I'm ready for my last degree. I've
squared each stone by the virtue square, And plumbed them all
true, as I shipped them there, With the compass I've measured
the Master's designs And kept within due bounds, with his
points and his signs, My blueprints are folded, I've answered
his signs, I'm ready for my last degree. The mortar I've
made from friendship and love, To be spread with the Master's
trowel up above, My apron is worn, but it's surface is
white, My working tools will now be cold and quiet My
trestle board's bare, and I'm going tonight, I'm ready for my
last degree. A few moments later the old man was dead, And I
fancy that I could see his soul as it fled, Upward and onward,
to the great door, Where he gave an alarm, and a voice did
implore, The old man gave his answer with words once more, I'm
ready for my last degree. That night in a Lodge, free from all
strife and storm, He took that degree, his last in due form, So
may I live like he did, to build day by day, A spiritual house,
in that land far away, So, when I meet my Grand Master I can
say, I'm ready for my last degree. -- Author Unknown
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