Archive for December, 2010

A sunset memory…

Posted: December 28, 2010 in Photography
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5 years ago, I was working in a small mining town in the Free State, 300 km from Johannesburg.  It was a brief stint, only 9 months, tasked with establishing a Private ambulance service in the area.

Returning to town from a long distant patient transfer, in the early evening, I saw this stunning sunset, which I just had to capture.

A surprise…A chef..a sleeping beauty

Posted: December 26, 2010 in Family


A big surprise…

…Pressies on the bottom of a bed…


…outdoor kitchen…

Yay, a barbie purse, and PJ’S…

…little miss barbie sleeping…

Masonic pride

Posted: December 12, 2010 in Masonic, Poem, poetry
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A Freemason’s son is known as a Lewis, and its a Mason’s greatest wish that his son would follow his footsteps, and take the obligation. As yet, I do not have a son, but when I do, I only hope that when is is of age, that he choses to follow me in the Craft, a choice only he can make.


The Lamb Skin

Author unknown

It is not ornamental; the cost is not great,

There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,

Though of all my possessions, there’s none can compare,

With the white leather apron, which all Masons wear.


As a young lad I wondered just what it all meant,

When dad hustled around, and so much time was spent,

On shaving and dressing and looking just right,

Until mother would say: “It’s the Masons tonight.”

And some winter nights she said: “What makes you go,

Way up there tonight through the sleet and the snow?

You see the same things every month of the year.”


Then dad would reply: “Yes, I know it my dear.

Forty years I have seen the same things, it is true,

And thought 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 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 all thrust aside,

As there on the level men meet and abide.


So honour the lambskin, may it always remain,

Forever unblemished, and free from all stain,

And when we are all called to the Great Father’s love,

May we all take our place in that Lodge up above.


Whew, well, I have just come back from my masonic lodge, and a very surreal moment occurred tonight.

I was elected by the brethren of the lodge to take over the reigns for the ensuing year. What does this mean? Quite simply, at our next meeting, I will be installed in to the chair of King Solomon, and made the Worshipful Master of Orphic Lodge

An occasion every mason aspires to get to,  and let me tell you, I have dreamed of this moment since the day I first walked into the lodge, blindfolded, about to take my first obligation as an Entered Apprentice. Its a very big step, a great honour,  and Its going to be awesome, I cant wait…

So, I have decided to talk a bit about masonry on my blog, starting with a poem, to dispel any myths you might have. Why? Because I am PROUD to be a Freemason.

The Real Freemasonry

By Bro Geoff Fox  (April 2004)

Leven Lodge #30 Ulverstone, Tasmania

Lodge Scotch College #80 Launceston, Tasmania


Many a man has asked the question

What is Freemasonry?

Is it a club or some devilish cult,

Full of conspiracies?

Some would have many to believe,

From lack of facts or deceit,

Freemasonry is filled with corruption

Standing at Satan’s feet;


That we band together in our buildings

To perform unholy rites

With sacrifices of goodness knows what

To satisfy Satan’s delights;

And we ride the goat and fund the terrorists

And we’re into major crime,

Brain washing the world to join our sect

Whether old or in their prime.


One must ponder these synthetic slurs

To the origin of their source:

Perhaps it is fear of the unknown

Or a vindictive course;

Maybe it‘s a generational thing,

Could be a religious view-

Whatever the case, it is totally unfounded,

Flawed and viciously untrue.


If only they knew of what is inside

Also of what is taught,

Then they would see the truth of it all

And of the man that is wrought.

Taking a good man and making him better

Is the motto of Freemasonry,

To serve his God with humbleness

And fellow man in charity.


A belief in one God, is absolute!

From this we will not sway

‘Tis the first step to our brotherhood

For those that seek the way

We accept all men – from all nations

Colour, disability and creed-

Honest, just and upright men

Are proper masons indeed.


Furthermore the emphasis

Is on priorities-

Family first, then comes work,

Finally Freemasonry.

Numerous lessons can be discovered

In charting the route of life:

If followed – stands a man in good stead

After his mortal life.


With principles so pure and so worthy,

May the slanderer’s hand be thwarted!

Let truth prevail above all else-

Freemasonry, be ever supported!


Little miss Pilot…

Posted: December 4, 2010 in Family, medical
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I am a senior flight paramedic on the ER24/Discovery medicopter, based in Johannesburg, South Africa. This afternoon we had our end of year function, and we brought our families along.

Erin, she found the heli, and decided to fly it…

Erin with HALO 1