A (non-argumentative) Past Master of one of my Lodges called the other day and told me about a fellow interested in Freemasonry. The P.M. was in the Eastern Star with this fellow’s aunt, who just passed away last week. The fellow and I have had a chat on the phone and, even though he’s not a Mason, he revealed he’s been photographing Masonic Lodge buildings. And not just any buildings. His pictures are of Lodge Halls in Cuba. And he’s posted a bunch on the internet.
No, these weren’t taken before Fidel Castro gave up his dream of hurling fastballs with the last-place Washington Senators and turned his attention to other mundane things. Canadian tourists still visit Cuba regularly. And, as surprising as it sounds, tourists take pictures. Even in (gasp!) “Communist Cuba.”
It stuns some American brothers that Freemasonry and Communism can co-exist. After all, Commies are the bad guys who want to take away everyone’s freedoms, right? Wasn’t that the point of the Cold War, after all? Setting aside politics, let it be said Freemasonry has survived numerous tribulations on the lovely island nation (including dueling Grand Lodges in the 19th century) and continues today.
I’ve been meaning to post photos of Masonic items I’ve found hither and yon on the web, but the forementioned conversation has given me an excuse. Our brief travelogue begins amidst the plaintive cry of pelican in wind-swept Santa Fe, a fishing village west of Havana. Observe the rays from the all-seeing eye in the tympanum (the triangular area in the pediment).
This is the entrance to the Masonic cemetery in South Havana. Notice the cadena de la fraternidad. I don’t know how many graveyards in the world are exclusively Masonic (as opposed to Masonic sections of cemeteries) but there is one just outside Vancouver.
Lodge Dignity and Virtue works from this building in Viñales and is the only Lodge which meets there. The bust left of the entrance is of José Martí, the Cuba poet and patriot, and chiseled beneath are his words about the purposes of the mysteries of the Masonic Order. Unfortunately, the photo does not take in the full quotation. At least three Lodges in Cuba are named for Martí, and another is named Discípulos de Martí.
And another building sadly in need of paint is in Bahía Honda, about 70 kilometres west of Havana. General Narciso López was another Cuba nationalist, who apparently became a Freemason in Georgia. Many Lodges on the island are named for patroits—and not just Cuban ones. There are Abraham Lincoln and Benjamin Franklin Lodges in Havana, while Franklin Delano Roosevelt Lodge works in Central Haiti, Camagüey.The photos by Robin Thom are on Flickr, and you can find his whole Cuban Masonic picture album HERE. The link will take you to photos of Cuban Masonic sites by others. Especially interesting are those snapped by another individual of the inside of a Masonic Temple in Banes belonging to Logia Hijos de Oriente (Children of the East), which is a really cool name for a Lodge.
Again, Robin is not a Freemason. His late grandfather was, and his grandmother was in Vancouver Chapter No. 2 of the Eastern Star (not exactly a cool name, but at least it’s appropriate).
By the way, the web page of a Lodge on another island—Vancouver Island—has a little pictorial look at a member’s trip to Cuba and more fascinating pictures of Lodge rooms. Go HERE to the site for Malahat Lodge in Mill Bay, north of Victoria.
As the sun sinks slowly in the west and we wave a forlorn farewell to the picturesque palms of the scenic sun-drenched land of lilting sugar cane, let me mention that a number of brothers in one of my Lodges have visited Cuba and met with Masons there. There’s a programme in my Grand Lodge—and in the Grand Lodge of Canada in Ontario—where old, useable Master Mason aprons are donated and sent to the Gran Logia in Havana to give to needy members (see photo to the right from Flickr of Ontarians with a Cuban brother). As you can tell by the pictures of the run-down buildings, Cuban Lodges aren’t wealthy and don’t have spare cash for regalia. I’ve been told of how Cuban brothers have broken down crying over the generosity of Canadian Masons in providing them with their own personal Masonic badge of lambskin. Masons I know have seen the tears of amor fraternal themselves—and you can’t get a much more accurate source that that, can you?
