Welcome to North Hill #210
We have been helping to make good men better husbands, fathers and citizens since 1915.
We work hard to make better lives for our families and the families of those less fortunate than ourselves by supporting a number of charities including, but not limited to, the Second harvest food bank, the Shrine hospitals for children, and the Scottish Rite clinics for childhood language disorders.
We are also a supporter of youth groups such as Jobs Daughters, Rainbow Girls, and DeMolay.
If your interested in finding out more about our fraternity, head on over to the contact page. Call or email any one of the fine brothers listed and they'll be glad to help.
Worshipful Master - Tim Friot
| Senior Warden - | John Bliss | Junior Warden - | Robert Green | |
| Secretary - | John Wyman | Treasurer - | Merle Iverson | |
| Senior Deacon - | Andrew Gibson | Junior Deacon - | Andrew Rowley | |
| Senior Steward - | Bob King | Junior Steward - | Jim Locey | Marshal - | Craig McPheron | Chaplain - | Mark Smoldt |
| Tyler - | Ron Cunningham | Musician - | Michael Cox | |
Are You A Mason?
This poem was written by Bro. Reverend Dr. Magill, Rector of St. Paul'sChurch in Peru, Illinois.
It reportedly was written shortly after a lady asked him "Are You a Mason?"
It is thought to have been written in the mid tolate 1800's.
"Are You a Mason?
"I am one of a band, Who will faithfully stand, In the bonds of affection and love; I have knocked at the door, once wretched and poor, And there for admission I stood.
By the help of a friend, Who assistance did lend, I succeeded an entrance to gain; Was received in the West, By command from the East, But not without feeling some pain.
Here my conscience was taught, With a moral quite fraught, With sentiments hold and true; The onward I traveled, To have it unraveled, What Hiram intended to do. Very soon to the East, I made my request, And "light" by command did attend; When lo! I perceived, In due form revealed, A Master, and Brother, and Friend.
For the widow distressed, There's a cord in my breast, For the helpless and orphan I feel: And my sword I could draw, To maintain the pure law, Which the duties of a Mason reveal. Thus have I revealed, (Yet wisely concealed), What the "free and accepted" will know. I am one of a band, Who will faithfully stand, As a Brother, wherever I go.