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The Lark: Vol 5, Issue 8, November 2025

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Shriners

by Bill Hudson

The Shriners is a social fraternity intended to provide men fellowship and a means to serve their communities. The Rhode Island Shrine, where LLC is now holding its classes, sits across the street from a Masonic Temple. This is no accident. The Shriner’s organization is an “appendant” body within Freemasonry which means that to be a Shriner a man must first be initiated as a Master Mason.

Two New York City Freemasons created what they would call the Ancient Arabic Order of the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine (now known as Shriners International) in 1872 as a fraternity for those Masons interested in “fun and fellowship.” Having traveled in the Middle East, these two founders decided to distinguish their new fraternity with iconography that they thought characterized that region such as the distinctive red Fezzes that Shriners wear, a crescent and scimitar symbol, various other insignia featuring ancient Egyptian and Arabian symbols, and official titles like “Potentate.”  Shriner headquarters identified themselves as “Temples”. The founders believed, one can imagine, that this symbolism reflected the “fun” they anticipated for their fraternity and that it would attract members.

In that they succeeded, for quickly Shriner chapters sprung up across the country. By the end of the century, there were 82 Temples with about 55,000 members. Over its more than a century of existence, Shriners could count many celebrities and political figures among their ranks including Ernest Borgnine, Roy Rogers, John Wayne, Chief Justice Earl Warren and presidents Harry Truman and Gerald Ford.

Today there are 1.7 million Shriners in 200 chapters in nine countries, although most chapters are in North America. An official of Rhode Island’s Shrine has described the Shriners as the “public face of Freemasonry.” This public face is embodied in three of the organization’s key values: fun and fellowship, family, and philanthropy.

As with its original founders, today’s Shriners value the social comradery and fellowship its chapters offer to its members.  Social events and ceremonies bring the members together. Shriners also bring this value to others through participation in community events like parades and community festivals. The RI chapter maintains a clown unit, a motor corps, and a legion of honor made up of military veterans which participate in these events.

This spirit of fun also includes music. Many chapters have Shriner bands that march in parades and give community concerts. The RI chapter once had a band, pictures of which can be seen in the “Band Room” that LLC is using as our break room. The famous composer and bandmaster John Phillip Sousa was a Shriner and composed a march in honor of the Shriners: Nobles of the Mystic Shrine.

Shriner’s value family and include their families in many social events and activities. This embrace of family includes several affiliate organizations for family members. Women’s organizations such as Daughters of the Nile and the Shriners Guild are open to the spouses, daughters, and other relatives of Shriners. The Shriners and Masons sponsor DeMolay International for boys and two organizations for girls, International Order of the Rainbow and Jobs Daughters.

Shriners are best known for their philanthropy, particularly the network of Shriner’s Hospitals offering free pediatric care. Since the establishment of the first Shriner’s Hospital in 1922, the Shriner hospital network has expanded to twenty-two pediatric care facilities throughout North America.

Shriner hospitals and clinics are known for advanced care for burns, spinal injuries, and cleft lip and palate. Beyond their financial support, Shriners serve on hospital boards, provide transportation services to hospitals, and volunteer to assist in the care and the entertainment of patients.

Rhode Island’s Shriner chapter is one of the oldest in the nation, established in 1886. It today has 330 members drawn from the 24 masonic lodges in Rhode Island. In keeping with Shriner tradition of fun, RI Shriners participate in many social activities including an annual Comedy Show, the Penguin Plunge, and parades. Many of these activities raise funds for Shriner philanthropy, which is substantial.  Last year, the RI Shrine contributed two million dollars to four dozen non-profit organizations, including a substantial gift to the Boston Shriner’s Hospital. Funds for these charitable contributions come, not only from Shriner fundraising activities, but from the RI Shrine’s sizable endowment built up through bequests of Shriners over the past century.

For most of its existence, the RI chapter was known as the “Palestine Temple.” After the 9/11 terror attack, Shriners across the country were subjected to vandalism and harassment from people who thought, because of the Shriner Middle Eastern iconography, the Shriners were a Muslim organization. After threatening phone calls and an incident involving a van transporting children to the Boston Shriner’s Hospital, the RI Chapter opted to change its name to simply the RI Shrine. Despite this name change, the RI chapter, like other Shriner chapters, maintains much of the traditional Middle Eastern symbolism. The meeting room area where LLC holds its classes includes many of these symbols, such as a Palestine emblem by the elevator.

The chapter retains traditional titles for its members, who are called “nobles” and for its leader who is the “Potentate.” Perhaps this article has helped you to understand better what you see in the rooms where you take your LLC classes.

Alexis de Tocqueville thought Americans penchant for forming voluntary associations to address public needs, like the RI Shriners and the LLC, nurtured American democracy. They were the sinews of democracy, binding together equal citizens for the public good. At this time when many are concerned about the future of our democracy, that our two associations continue to serve important community needs should offer some optimism for American democracy’s future. Is it not grand that the RI Shrine provides a space for our two associations to come together?

(Sources for this article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shriners; https://www.rishriners.com/about; https://www.shrinersinternational.org/en; telephone interview with the Illustrious Nicholas Oliver, Potentate of the RI Shriners.)

All of the images can be found in the meeting room areas where LLC holds classes.

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The Ringworm Incident

by Jeanne Medeiros

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astounded at how much the old man had learned in 7 years.”

– Mark Twain

My relationship with my mother followed a similar trajectory, except that our timeline was about a decade later than Mark Twain’s. When I was in my 20s, our relationship was fraught, but when I got into my 30s, I was amazed at how much the old woman had learned!

Our conflicts throughout my 20s usually involved her backward and ridiculous (to me) ideas about what a normal social life for a young woman should be. Her ideas of dating had not evolved much from her own experience in the 1940s – supervised visits in her living room under her parents’ watchful eyes, with the occasional chaste automobile ride to church, or maybe to a movie with a little brother or sister in tow. The less she knew about my life at college, the better. I was so frustrated that my parents had sent me off to this bigger, different world but then expected me to act like I had never left their traditional Catholic immigrant cocoon.

Mom only ever found out about a fraction of my indiscretions, but those were enough for her. I think I spent half of my time trying to hide things from her and the other half rolling my eyes at her behind her back. Like Mark Twain’s father, she needed lots of improvement.

When I was 34, my uneventful pregnancy turned nightmarish 28 weeks in when a routine visit to the obstetrician revealed that I was already dilating and at risk for a premature delivery. The doctor ordered me to go home immediately, no going back to my office to pick up work or tell people what was happening. Straight home and strict bed rest. I could only leave my bed to take a shower once a day and to use the bathroom when I absolutely needed to.

Bed rest was a unique combination of boredom and terror. I was afraid every minute of every day that I would miscarry or have the baby dangerously early. I cried with relief every night that the baby and I had made it one day closer to his due date.

Ed was a champion during those long, frightening weeks. Before he left for work, he’d bring me breakfast in bed and make my lunch, leaving it in a cooler by the bed. When he got home, he made dinner for us and tried to tamp down my anxieties, all the while dealing with his own and taking care of all the household chores single-handedly. He was my rock.

My mom was my other bulwark throughout the nine grueling weeks. She called every morning to check in and encourage me. On days when I must have sounded more than usually shaky, she’d say, “I was thinking of coming to visit”, and I would cry with relief. She’d drive the hour from her house to mine and spend the day with me, watching cooking shows on TV, playing cards or Scrabble, making food, and tidying the house. Other friends called and dropped by and I was grateful beyond words for every phone call and visit. But my mom’s visits were the ones that seemed to bind up my jagged edges and comfort me beyond words. And I knew that the eye-rolling brat of my 20s didn’t deserve the selfless and meticulous care she lavished on me.

Photo by Omar Lopez on Unsplash

After 9 weeks of bed rest, I gave birth to my almost-full-term beautiful, healthy baby boy, and I thought my worries were over. Hah! Bert had colic for 6 months and nothing in my life had ever left me feeling more incompetent than being unable to stop his shrieking cries for hours on end. Once again, my mom called every day in the morning and on the days when my voice dripped with exhaustion and frustration, she’d say the magic words, “I was thinking of coming to visit.”

When she got to my house, I gladly handed my crying baby to her and headed to the shower to stand under a hot spray and feel the tension wash away. Bert always stopped crying when he was with my mom.

Whether it was the toll of the bed rest or the endless colic, I never felt less capable in my life. I spent inordinate amounts of time looking for answers in baby books by Benjamin Spock and T. Berry Brazelton.

One morning as I was changing him, I noticed a little raised red circle in the middle of Bert’s chest, Alarmed, I immediately hit the baby books and came to the disturbing conclusion that Bert had ringworm. When my mom called, I told her in a panic that Bert had ringworm and I was going to schedule an appointment with his pediatrician as soon as her office opened. “Ringworm?” she questioned. “None of our babies have ever had ringworm! Do you think it could be a little round mark from one of the snaps on his PJs?” I hurried off the call, “No, Mom, it’s in my Dr. Spock book. I’m calling Dr. Spitzer right now.”

A few hours later, Dr. Spitzer examined Bert and said, “It’s not ringworm. Do you know those little snaps on their onesies? They can leave a mark like that when a baby sleeps on them.”

So now, not only did my pediatrician realize what an idiot I was, I had to admit to my mom that her advice was better than Dr. Spock’s. Yes, Mark Twain, I was amazed at how much that old woman had learned.

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From Curt Columbus to LLC
Why is Trinity Rep so resilient? Because of you.

Dear Friend,

My husband Nate, and I arrived in Providence on a snowy, grey New Year’s Eve in 2005. Within a few weeks, I needed to propose a season lineup for an audience I had yet to meet. I quickly got to work building connections, starting with those attending the production onstage at the time: Brian McEleney’s brilliant staging of Hamlet, featured company members Stephen Thorne, Rachael Warren, Tim Crowe, and Joe Wilson, Jr. The post-show talkbacks were filled with engaged and inquisitive people who confirmed what I already felt: Trinity Rep is a remarkable place to make theater.

For the next two decades (has it really been that long?), I have had the privilege of creating work on Trinity Rep’s stages as producer, director, and playwright alongside our extraordinary artistic company. The engagement work that reinvents our public square was equally inspiring. Our education programs grew beyond the nationally recognized Project Discovery student matinees and in-school residencies to include TRAIN, welcoming folks on the autism spectrum to be part of our work. We launched teacher training initiatives, expanded lifelong learning opportunities, and so much more.

All of this growth in programming and production happened while we weathered two financial downturns and a global pandemic. Why is Trinity Rep so resilient, you might ask? Because of you. Trinity Rep is more than any one individual; it is a vibrant and committed community of audiences, artists, donors, and practitioners.

As I prepare to conclude my tenure as artistic director at the end of this season, I am so proud of what we’ve accomplished together. You have made this possible.

Please join me today in securing the future of this beloved institution. Your gift of any size will ensure Trinity Rep remains a place where theater, education, and community thrive for years to come. There is so much ahead of us at Trinity Rep, and I can’t wait to join you in the audience for all of it.

Yours, ever,

Curt Columbus
Laura H. Harris, Artistic Director

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Purposeful Pipe Dream

by Allan Klepper

(Lifelong Learning Collaborative hosted a Presentation by Sanford Levinson, Professor of Law and Government at the University of Texas Law School and visiting Professor of Law at the Harvard Law School; author of several books on the US Constitution)

Constitutional Convention
Much too dangerous to mention.
Concentrating upon “rights”
Likely modicum of fights,
Concentrating upon “structure”
Would likely lead to rupture.

Thought provoking suggestions
Generate indigestions!
Proposed modifications
Would improve operations.
Though logically presented,
Will ne’er be implemented.

An academic avower
Though with hopeful naïveté.
But longevity and Power
Will forever rule the day!

10/30/2025 

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Sanford Levinson

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Apache Blessing Revisited

From The Editor

In the last issue of The Lark, I ended with the piece called “Apache Blessing”:

May the sun bring you new energy by day,
may the moon softly restore you by night,
may the rain wash away your worries,
may the breeze blow new strength into your being,
may you walk gently through the world and
know it's beauty all the days of your life.

Within a few days, I received the following email from one of our members:

Just a note that the poem is not an Apache blessing.
See 
https://www.theawl.com/2016/02/the-fakelore-of-the-apache-wedding-blessing/.

Curious, I immediately went to the link cited. There I found an article that opens with a photo from the movie Broken Arrow under the title

“The Fakelore of the Apache Wedding Blessing"
by The Awl
February 11, 2016
by Leah Falk

Devoted to pursuing rabbit holes, I googled “Apache Blessing hoax.” Below are just a few of the hits that proved of interest.

https://ianchadwick.com/blog/its-not-an-apache-blessing-its-just-a-hollywood-script/

Apache Blessing Prayer — Dawn Pisturino’s Blog | Teacher as Transformer

https://tucsonministers.com/wedding-readings/origin-of-the-benediction-of-the-apaches/

“It’s” in the last line of the blessing should, of course, be “its”.

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