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Story ID:8226
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Gilboa New York USA
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By Fred Wickert

I was taking care of my parrots and cats this morning and an incident from the past popped in to my mind. Isn't it strange how that happens, for no reason at all? I am sure it happens many times with all of us. This one I thought was worth sharing.

I was a high school boy. My Dad was a Vocational Agriculture and shop teacher. He was a very active 32nd degree Mason. I had a friend who was about five years older than I, named Bob. Bob was about six foot two and had extra broad shoulders. You know, kind of like those professional wrestlers on TV. He was also the son of a friend of my Dads. His father was a retired Air Force Colonel and he also was a Master Mason, married to an ordained minister.

On this occasion it was in the summer and Dad, Bob and I had gone to the Adirondacks where Dad and some friends of his had a hunting camp. We went to enjoy some trout fishing on Little Deer Creek. There was another man my fathers age with us. His name was Ray. He too was a Master Mason.

Bob was going through his degrees to become a Master Mason. He had taken the first two degrees and was soon to go through the third degree. Dad and Ray were ribbing him unmercifully about what horrors he was about to endure. Bob was not a man easily intimidated and was taking it all good naturedly. There were the usual comments about riding the goat and so on but nothing was getting under Bobs skin.

Then Ray brought up something new. He got very serious in his demeanor, and then told us confidentially, they take an old cane bottom chair with the seat cut out of it. He went on to describe how the candidate was forced to sit in the chair naked. Then, he said they cut off everything that hangs beneath the seat of the chair.

I immediately came to Bobs defense and stated that was a whopping lie. Ray asked how did I know, since I had never attended a third degree. I replied that I knew it wasn't so because Dad was a Mason. He had gone through it and I knew for a fact that Dad was not missing anything. Ray then replied, that was because you are so scared that everything shrivels up and nothing hangs down!

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