‘CWLR invades Gettysburg’

    

Most of the brethren present July 8 at Good Samaritan Lodge 336 in Gettysburg.

Before too much time passes and I forget what happened, here is Magpie coverage of last weekend’s visit of Civil War Lodge of Research to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

CWLR 1865 is chartered by the Grand Lodge of Virginia, so its various sojourns outside that state are legalized by dispensations from both the GLV and the grand jurisdiction being visited. And all that is read aloud in lodge, because this is a real lodge conducting a tiled communication. Anyway, the lodge had been to Gettysburg before, but this was my first trip there—and I definitely will be back. My stay lasted only forty-eight hours, and it’s obvious one needs more time than that to enjoy more than a snippet of all there is to see. Between the battlefield, the cemetery, and the town itself, there’s a lot to do. And I don’t think it’s necessary to be passionate about Civil War history to love this place.

A pipe before dinner

So, my itinerary began with a stop about 25 miles west in Chambersburg, where the famous J.M. Boswell’s Pipes & Tobacco shop serves the area’s discerning smokers. It’s one of those destination stores for us—a classic pipe shop, the way the Lord intended—with pipes and tons of tobaccos for sale, and a smoking lounge upstairs.

Some of Boswell’s proprietary pipe mixtures…

…and a lot of its tins.

I’m not really a shopper any more. My tobacco inventory is, uh, enough. But, I can’t walk into the business without putting any cash in the register, so I bought an ounce of something I never ordinarily would smoke: an aromatic mixture. That’s the favored style in the United States (vanilla, cherry, chocolate, rum, whiskey, etc.), whereas my favorites are the English, Balkan, and Oriental styles—again, how the Lord intended. So I purchased an ounce of Boswell’s own Cherry Smash. It’s okay, but I can’t understand the allure of aromatics. A terrific smoke shop, with a walk-in humidor of cigars too, although I didn’t even look at those.

That was the afternoon of Friday the seventh; later, I ventured into Gettysburg’s Lincoln Square to find the brethren at the Blue and Gray Bar & Grill, as arranged by the lodge. Busy place. So busy that they couldn’t seat the group, despite reservations, so the brethren headed around the corner to Borough BBQ, where I eventually caught up with them. This place was empty for some reason, but the food is good, and the service is friendly. (Everyone is friendly around there. Not what I’m used to, coming from the land of mindless, hyper-aggressive crazies and drug addicts.)

To walk around Lincoln Square is to realize you could reside in Gettysburg. Tons of nineteenth century (and some eighteenth) brick architecture along narrow streets forming a historic town that has benefitted greatly from preservation. Yeah, there’s a fast food chain represented somewhere in there, but Gettysburg is a smart example of planning.

CWLR meets

The lodge meeting was Saturday morning (July 8) at Good Samaritan Lodge 336, perfectly situated on Lincoln Square. The Master of Good Samaritan and others from the lodge were on hand to greet CWLR.

Good Samaritan dates to January 1, 1825 (its original number was 200). It was a popular and prosperous lodge in its early years, but during the anti-Masonry hysteria of the ensuing years, membership was halved. Read their history here.

Our research lodge meeting was brief. What CWLR 1865 does is more sightseeing than publishing. Research lodges basically are historical societies that hold warrants from competent Masonic authorities, and CWLR likes to get into the historic sites, be they battlefields or whatever, and soak it in.

When a lodge takes multiple trips per year, I think you have to expect spotty attendance among its members, and the CWLR officer line was batting about .500 that day. The Master, Treasurer, Secretary, Junior Deacon, and Tyler (Virginia spelling) were present, but the others couldn’t make it. Diverse Masons filled in where needed, resulting in a unique Opening ritual where each officer performed what he knew. It all works, of course, because the differences in some words and gestures do not interfere with the overall practice. The intended Virginia ritual is a lot like our New York, except with a certain due guard in the place of the Sign of Fidelity. Twenty-three were in attendance.

Research papers are welcome, but none were presented that day. The business was tackled. Seven petitioners, representing lodges in Maryland, New York (me), Pennsylvania, and Virginia were elected to membership. This research lodge has 330 members now. That’s a lot.

‘This is my appendant body’

Gary Laing, PM

Probably the highlight of this meeting was the presentation of a ceremonial replica saber to Tyler Gary Laing by Worshipful Master Andy Wilson commemorating Past Master Laing’s silver anniversary with the lodge. Wow! Most lodges give just a pin. Gary made an impromptu acceptance speech in which he explained how much CWLR means to him as a Mason and as a man. Through this lodge, he and his wife have built deep friendships with other CWLR couples. And he likened his initial attraction to Freemasonry to that of Union Army officer William McKinley’s, if you know that story. And he spoke of finding in CWLR the satisfaction that others seek through Masonry’s appendant bodies, which he declined to join. “This is my appendant body,” he said of this lodge. (As one who has sampled nearly all the groups in mainstream Masonry, finding most of them pointless, I certainly empathize.) Past Master Richard Burkman, one of those dear friends (and who kind of resembles Robert E. Lee), arose from the Senior Deacon’s place and spoke in tribute of Bro. Laing, and later told me about the many memorable times they and their wives have shared together over the years.

The battlefield and cemetery

Michigan Cavalry Brigade Monument.

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The meeting was closed and we individually headed to Gettysburg National Military Park—the battlefield—to visit several specific sites. Not being a Civil War historian, most of what lodge Secretary/tour guide Bennett Hart imparted went over my head, but simply walking the grounds, and approximately on the dates of the fighting too, is an experience. We were in the East Cavalry Field, where U.S. and Confederate forces repeatedly clashed on July 3, 1863.

The monuments, statues, markers, cannons, and other historical spots are too numerous to see in any single visit. Those dedicated only to New York’s combatants number eighty-seven, if I understand. I couldn’t even find the New York State Monument, the 110-footer dedicated in 1893.

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Monuments to New York soldiers are everywhere.

Later in the afternoon, the group had plans for a cookout elsewhere in the park, which I’d intended to attend, but the heat got to me. I returned to the hotel for a shower and change of clothes, and then returned to the Blue and Gray, successfully this time, for a seat at the bar for food and hard cider. I reported that already here.

Before heading home

The stock photo everyone shoots.

While I missed the New York State Monument, I was not going to leave before seeing the Grand Lodge of Pennsylvania’s Friend to Friend Masonic Memorial. Luckily, it is very easy to reach. Just head to the vicinity of Tommy’s Pizza at 105 Steinwehr Avenue, cross the street, and enter the Gettysburg National Cemetery Annex. It’s right in front of you. (Aaaand it turns out that New York Monument is right near the Friend to Friend, but I still missed it!)

A future edition of The Magpie Mason will be a pictorial of this Masonic masterpiece.

On the downside

There was one negative to the weekend, something beyond our control: It was Bike Week!

This bike, with the S&C, was
parked in the garage all weekend,
and thus was silent
(as Masons are taught!).

I hear Gettysburg Bike Week is the biggest Bike Week in Pennsylvania, and I believe it. Unless it was the same hundred or so flabby old white guys with matching gray goatees riding in circles all weekend, there were maybe a thousand or more Harley-Davidson enthusiasts ceaselessly roaring around town the entire time. Whether it was one biker popping and thundering past or a herd of the hogs rumbling along, the cacophony was too much. It was clearly audible upstairs in the lodge room, and deafening on the street. And literally endless. The biker population likely more than doubled the traffic volume, making getting around difficult and annoying. Don’t schedule your visit knowing this.

And that’s it. I will return to this beautiful historic town before long for deeper sightseeing and other pleasures. (Union Cigar is owned by a Mason.) Good Samaritan 336 meets on second Thursdays, except summertime, if you want to attend.