Doc Schwietert was in his 80’s when he became my mentor. But when we met to discuss the proficiencies, he didn’t seem a day older than me. I would call him late at night when I was finished with my work and he would be happy to have me over. Sometimes it would be 10:30 or later in the evening, but Doc was a night owl and enjoyed his Masonic company. I would ring the doorbell to his house and he would meet me at the door by saying, “Oh, don’t ring the bell, you’ll wake my wife. Just give three distinct knocks,” after which he would cackle and slap his knee. We would talk about the catechism and Masonry for hours. He was always excited to see how I interpreted the lessons and would give his own personal view of Masonry’s symbolism. When I would make a mistake in reciting the ritual, Doc wouldn’t be rude with me. Instead he would throw down his book, smile, and say, “No honey, this is how you do it!” Then he would continue to teach me the correct way to perform it with all of the patience of a loving grand father. When our sessions would end, he would pat me on the back and say, “We love ya Brother!”
The night that I presented my Master Mason proficiency in lodge will always be the greatest memory I have of my mentor. Doc suffered from a respiratory ailment and had to carry an oxygen supply with him everywhere he went. However, as he seated me in the middle of the lodge he waved any seating arrangement for himself, slung his oxygen tank over his arm, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood up straight with his chest puffed out. He was proud of me and he was proud of our presentation. As he asked me the questions and listened to me respond, his smile became wider and his shoulders raised even further. It was the last time Doc made a presentation in lodge and I hold that memory very dear to my heart. It was Doc Schwietert’s last stand and I am honored to have been a part of his opus.
Doc is the reason I became a Mason, he is the reason that I am still a Mason, and he is the reason that I will always be a Mason and will never stop laboring for this fraternity. With that, I would like to present one of my Freemasonic Fables entitled Ode to a Mentor. It will only take you a moment to realize that it was written about my friend Doc Schwietert.
Doc, if you can see this, thank you for everything, my Brother. May we meet again when I too shuffle off of this mortal coil.
Ode to a Mentor
Eli was one of the finest Masons I have ever met. He was a two-time past master, never missed a lodge function, always treated every Brother with respect, and mentored every single candidate who received the degrees of Masonry for an entire decade. I was lucky enough to be one of his pupils during this time. After each degree, Eli would come up to me, hand me his phone number, and say, “Call me when you are ready to study this a bit, I have all sorts of time on my hands.” The next day, I would place the phone call and would be graciously invited to his humble abode that evening to work on my proficiency.
When I would arrive, I’d always forget that I was not to ring the doorbell (his wife was asleep). However, Eli wouldn’t dare scold me for it, instead he would politely remind me, “Just give three distinct knocks,” then he’d slap his knee and give a good hearty cackle. Once inside, we would sit down and go through the catechism. Eli would never hesitate to correct me, “No honey! You do it this way!” His enthusiasm was infectious and his love for Masonry was great. We would also discuss a plethora of other topics ranging from the history of the lodge to current events of the day. I would always learn a lot and many times Eli and I would chat until well after eleven o’clock.
When the time would come for me to prove up in lodge, Eli would always tell everyone how studious and impressive I was. He did that with all the candidates, but you’d feel like you were the only person he had ever said that to before. As we went through the questions, Eli would smile and nod every time I answered correctly. After we were through, he would lead the lodge in a thunderous applause. Eli always made you feel special.
I was invited to a lodge banquet while I was still a Fellow Craft. When I arrived, everyone was already seated and I felt like a fish out of water. Then I heard, “Well if it isn’t my number one student! Come and sit down, honey!” Eli would then proceed to introduce me to everyone and made sure that I was involved in every conversation. When we would part for the evening, Eli would always remind me, “We love ya’ Brother,” and would give me a pat on the back.
Now, I am the one mentoring our new Brethren. Everything I do is almost an exact reflection of how Eli treated me. I consider myself one of his disciples and our job is to make every Brother feel welcome and well informed. Last week, I was examining a new Fellow Craft in lodge. I automatically told everyone how impressed I was with his studies.
Eli grabbed me after lodge and said, “If I remember right, I said the same thing about you when you were going through.”
I put my arm around his shoulder and replied, “You don’t suppose I took a few lessons from an old pro do you?” I winked and Eli smiled.
As we were climbing into our cars Eli yelled out, “Love ya’ Brother!” That is when I realized that I had finally found the secret of Freemasonry.
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