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Post by Tamrin on Aug 14, 2008 7:28:32 GMT 10
The Apron All through the Ages the Apron has had an important and symbolic meaning. In Ancient Egypt monuments were often made to include figures wearing triangular aprons—point upwards. In Central America, Gods were depicted in sculpture and drawings—wearing aprons. Ancient Chinese representations show figures wearing semi-circular aprons. Dignitaries in Ancient Peru wore aprons. Primitive tribes in central Africa invested their youths with aprons of leaves on their initiation into manhood. However, though the apron has ancient connections in almost every part of the world, the Masonic Apron no doubt evolved from that worn by operative masons. These medieval masons, when at work, wore aprons to protect their clothes, and often white leather gloves to protect their hands. These early aprons, usually made of animal skins, were long enough to cover the knees and the bib protected the chest. By the mid 1700's many aprons were decorated with designs. These decorations varied from mason to mason; there was no uniformity. But in time, some designs became very popular - squares, two pillars, ladders. Others were of buildings, representation of ceremonies etc. Gradually, the form style, and design became standardised in each area. A visit to a Masonic Museum will enable one to see not only the old type of apron, decorated to suit the idea of an individual brother, but also the present-day standardised aprons of Ireland, England, Scotland, and other Constitutions. Modern aprons differ in design, but all indicate a symbolic meaning—thus indicating the change from the utility type apron of the medieval times to the impressive symbolic apron of the speculative mason of today. The apron is the badge of a Freemason, and it is the first gift bestowed upon the newly initiated Apprentice. By the whiteness of its colour, and the innocence of the animal from which it is obtained, the mason is admonished to preseve purity of life. The blue border is said to symbolise universal friendship and benevolence; and the mason is encouraged to make those virtues as extensive as the blue arch of heaven itself. Source: George Power, A Second Masonic Miscellany: A Further Collection of Items of Masonic Interest, June 1986, MMT Printers Limited, Belfast, p.13
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 14, 2008 20:02:11 GMT 10
The Master's Apron By Robbie Burns, 1786 Ther's mony a badge that's unco braw; Wi' ribbon, lace and tape on; Let kings an' princes wear them a' Gie me the Master's apron!
The honest craftsman's apron, The jolly Freemason's apron, Be he at hame, or roam afar, Before his touch fa's bolt and bar, The gates of fortune fly ajar, 'Gin he but wears the apron!
For wealth and honor, pride and power Are crumbling stanes to base on; Fraternity suld rule the hour, And ilka worthy Mason! Each Free Accepted Mason, Each Ancient Crafted Mason.
Then, brithers, let a halesome sang Arise your friendly ranks alang! Guidwives and bairnies blithely sing To the ancient badge wi' the apron string That is wom by the Master Mason!
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 14, 2008 20:16:26 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 14, 2008 20:26:28 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 22, 2008 11:39:19 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 26, 2008 16:11:59 GMT 10
THE LAMB SKIN
Anon.
It's not ornamental; the cost is not great, There are things far more useful, yet truly I state, Of all my possessions, there's none can compare, With that white leather apron, which all Masons wear.
As a young lad I wondered just what it all meant, When Dad hustled round, and much time it was spent, On shaving and dressing and looking just right, Until Mother would say: "It's the Mason's tonight."
She asked one winter's night: "What makes you go, Way up there through the sleet and the snow, When you see the same things every month of the year." Then Dad would reply: "Yes, I know, my dear.
Forty years I have seen the same things, it is true. And although they are old, they always seem new, For the hands that I clasp, and the friends that I greet, Seem a little bit closer each time that we meet."
Years later I stood at that very same door, With good men and true who had entered before, I knelt at the altar, and there I was taught That virtue and honor can never be bought.
That the spotless white lambskin all Masons revere, If worthily worn grows more precious each year, That service to others brings blessings untold, That man may be poor though surrounded by gold.
I learned that true Brotherhood flourishes there, That enmities fade 'neath the compass and square, That wealth and position are thrust aside, As there on the level men meet and abide.
So, honor the lambskin, may it always remain Forever unblemished, and free from all stain, And when we are called to the Great Father's love, May we each take our place in that Lodge up above.
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 27, 2008 18:27:30 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 28, 2008 0:35:52 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Dec 27, 2008 5:58:48 GMT 10
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