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In Memorandum: Worshipful Garvin Lohman

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Garvin Frederick Lohman
Raised February 23rd, 1967
Entered into rest March 22nd, 2012
77 years, 6 months and 26 days

Garvin Frederick Lohman was initiated an Entered Apprentice on April 14, 1966, passed to the degree of Fellow Craft on August 11, 1966 and raised a Master Mason on February 23, 1967 in King Solomon’s Seaport No. 260 (now Pacific Starr-King No. 136), a member for 45 years. He served King Solomon’s Seaport No. 260 as Master in 1974 and Mission Lodge No. 169 as Master until his passing on March 22, 2012. He affiliated with Mission Lodge No. 169 on March 3, 1992.

He was a Past Patron of the Pacific Star Chapter No. 252 Order of Eastern Star; KCCH San Francisco Bodies Scottish Rite, Venerable Master of the Lodge of Perfection, Past Master of the Chapter Rose Croix; Member of Asiya Shrine, Director of the Greeters, Architect of the Construction Club; and Past High Priest of San Francisco York Rite. He was a member of the Chinese Acacia Club.

Garvin received the Hiram Award from two different lodges; King Solomon’s Seaport No. 260 in 1986 and Mission Lodge No. 169 in 2005, a testimony to his dedication to Freemasonry and a feat not many can claim. He served as our Candidates’ Coach for many years and guided many of our newer members through their degree studies. He served on the Board of Directors for the Mission Lodge Masonic Hall Association since 2009. He also played the role of one of the ruffians in the second section of the third degree.

“Soft and safe to thee my Brother”

The Old Masters Wages

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The following poem was forwarded by Bro. Tommy Lee and is dedicated to Wor. Bro. Garvin Lohman.

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"The Old Masters Wages"

I met a dear old man today,
who wore a Masonic pin
It was old and faded like the man,
It’s edges were worn quite thin.

I approached the park bench where he sat,
To give the old brother his due
I said, "I see you’ve traveled east,"
He said, "I have, have you."

I said, "I have, and in my day Before the all seeing sun,
I played in the rubble, with Jubala, Jubalo and Jubalum."
He shouted, "don’t laugh at the work my son,
It’s good and sweet and true,
And if you’ve traveled as you said,
You should give these things their due."

The word, the sign the token,
The sweet Masonic prayer,
The vow that all have taken,
Who’ve climbed the inner stair.

The wages of a Mason,
are never paid in gold,
but the gain comes from contentment,
when you’re weak and growing old.

You see, I’ve carried my obligations,
For almost fifty years,
It has helped me through the hardships
and the failures full of tears.

Now I’m losing my mind and body,
Death is near but I don’t despair,
I’ve lived my life upon the level,
And I’m dying upon the square.

Sometimes the greatest lessons
Are those that are learned anew,
And the old man in the park today
has changed my point of view.

To all Masonic brothers,
The only secret is to care,
May you live your life upon the level,
May you part upon the square.