Letter of the month: September 1999

From: "denise whitworth" <jcbcdw@midwest.net>

A true story:

My father was a Mason in Rockford, IL. When he passed away, I tried to prepare my young sons for the events that would take place on the day of the funeral: funeral, burial, luncheon, back home with family. Just after we were seated in the front row at the funeral home, three Masons wearing "aprons" walked to the front of the room. My seven year old son leaned over and asked excitedly, "Mom, are those the guys that are fixing lunch?" Grandpa would have been tickled!

Denise Whitworth