Showing posts with label Cranbury Inn. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 22, 2024

‘Make St. Alban’s Day great again’

    
St. Alban
Another very pleasurable Saturday at The Cranbury Inn is in the books.

A group of us from New Jersey’s research lodge are making an annual tradition of this. Last June, St. John the Baptist Day was nice enough to land on a Saturday, so to celebrate that and the 300th anniversary of The Constitutions of the Free-Masons—more commonly known as Anderson’s Constitutions—being published, we gathered for lunch at this historic eatery. Today, being St. Alban’s Day, we did it again.

About The Cranbury Inn from its website:


In the mid-1600s in the center of the colony of New Jersey by Cranberry Creek, a mill town began to develop along an old Indian trail that had widened into a road. This road connected the colonies and was becoming a main thoroughfare for colonial travelers. In 1697 Cranberry Towne received its charter from England. With increasing development, a need arose in central New Jersey for a place to eat and drink, get fresh horses, and spend the night; thus, in the mid-1700s (1750 and 1765) our taverns were built to meet these needs of the travelers passing through this area. After the colonies declared their independence from the motherland this business officially established itself in 1780. What is now The Cranbury Inn has been functioning as a place to eat and drink since the 1750s.


We ate, we drank, but it’s a shame you can’t smoke in the place. Conversation remained in the orbit of Masonic history, particularly how one event in the 1800s gave shape to much of what we do today. That discussion just might develop into a conference, so I’ll sit on the details there.

But, St. Alban! I was asked in advance to provide the postprandial remarks, so the brethren patiently listened to “Make St. Alban’s Day Great Again.” I kept it short, but this is my pitch to elevate June 22 to its rightful place on the Masonic calendar on account of this saint having a historical connection to the masons of the building trades.

John the Baptist? No connection to the masons of medieval times. Read as many of the Gothic Constitutions as you please, but you won’t find any mention of John the Baptist. Or of the Evangelist, for that matter. But there is our true patron, St. Alban, in the Cooke Manuscript from the 15th century.

Excerpted, starting at Line 602:


And soon after that came Saint Adhabell into England, and converted Saint Alban to Christianity. And Saint Alban loved well masons, and he gave them first their charges and manners first in England. And he ordained convenient [times] to pay for the travail.


Another document, known as the Grand Lodge Manuscript, that is said to date to 1583, illustrates more:


England in all this time stood void of any Charge of Masonry, until St. Albans’ time, and in his days the King of England, then a pagan, did wall the town that is now called St. Albans. And St. Alban was a worthy Knight and Steward of the King’s household, and had the government of the realm, and also of the walls of the said town; he loved and cherished Masons right well, and made their pay right good (according the standing of the realm), for he gave them 2 shillings 6 pence a week and three pence to their cheer [food and drinks]; for before that time, throughout all the land, a Mason took but a penny a day and his meat, until St. Alban amended it. He procured for them [the Masons] a Charter from the King and his Council, to hold a general council together, and gave it the name of Assembly; and after having himself [become a Mason], he helped to make men Masons, and gave them a Charge, as you shall hear afterwards right soon.


So, personally, I believe St. Alban endeared himself to masons through the act of improving the food and drink allowance!

He is the patron saint of torture victims, so if you ever endured one of my talks, Alban is your saint.

For a smattering of hagiography, see the Catholic Encyclopedia here.
      

Saturday, June 24, 2023

‘A St. John’s Day salvaged’

    
And that’s the First Presbyterian Church of Cranbury in the background too.
James Anderson was a Presbyterian minister.

I’d had big plans for today—a Saturday St. John Baptist Day in the tercentennial year of Anderson’s Constitutions—involving a feast for about thirty guests, with talks from the lectern about that first book of Masonic jurisprudence, and inside a historic setting too. But I couldn’t get all the planning finished, so I canceled the whole thing and anticipated sulking all day.

But then Don, our Senior Warden at New Jersey Lodge of Masonic Research and Education 1786, suggested an informal approach, and that worked out great! There were only seven of us (David from Georgia—the country—drove all the way from Ohio!), but you wouldn’t know it from the quality and duration of the conversation. We were in the Cranbury Inn in central Jersey.

We were there for four hours!
Turns out, to my great chagrin, it’s about two miles from Hightstown-Apollo Lodge. Had I realized that a month earlier, I could have saved the big party plans, but this was pretty terrific. New Jersey’s top Masonic scholars (I don’t include myself there) and several others who like to listen (I do count myself there) enjoyed hours of conversation about Anderson, Preston, Webb, Cross, Sadler, rituals, research techniques, grand masters, and a lot more.

We had to ourselves the original part of the restaurant, where travelers and diners sat in the 1750s. Perfect. The poor kid waiting on us had to come and go through the room overhearing weird talk of Masons, monks, rituals, saints, Landmarks, Catholics, Protestants, et al. I’m a good tipper generally but, for his suffering, I gave him a Masonic 33 percent.

Kudos to Cranbury Inn. Our meals were pretty simple (burgers, pasta), but everyone ate with gusto. I’d return for certain.

That’s my kind of décor!

What’s the next excuse for a Masonic feast?