What a pity the moth was allowed to get at the kilt, T-Bone. But then my wife allowed that to happen to her old dancing kilt (she hates the smell of mothballs).
The idea of presenting it to the lodge is a good one.
And I can sympathise with all those people who have been driven to distraction by squabbles over the effects of a lost loved one.
I was unable to attend the funeral of either of my grandmothers, and my brothers and cousins grabbed all the best stuff. I suppose I should be grateful that my mother stepped in and steered her mother’s teasets in my direction. My wife has greatly appreciated having those old teapots, cups, saucers and plates, for all that they come from at least three different sets.
And my maternal grandfather was a Mason (Past Master Mason, Scottish Rite).
My cousin, who inherited the Masonic regalia of both our granddad and his own father, has presented them to their respective lodges, with the gratitude of those receiving them.
But I do recall that granddad had a number of swords, and I was rather unhappy to learn that instead of being divided among the grandsons, they were handed over to the Caledonian Society.
Regards,
Mike
The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life.
[Proverbs 14:27]
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