On Masonic Fellowship

"MASONRY is an earnest fellowship of tried and true men, cognizant of human failures in the past, conscious of human limitations in the present, and animated by the loftiest human aspirations for the future. That Mason who best understands the real, the esoteric meaning of our gentle philosophy, is best equipped to further the highest ideals of brotherly love, relief and truth, for which Masonry stands.

The sleeping giant of Masonry is awakening at last. The Spirit of Masonry is permeating the Mighty Fellowship, arousing them to the call of humanity in a time of trial, the like of which this generation of the Sons of Men had never thought to face."

By Bro. John Lewin McLeish, Ohio


The Statewide Historic Preservation Conference

Here's a few pictures from Day Three of the Statewide Preservation Conference hosted by: The Albany Masonic Temple. This conference brought together hundreds of historians, preservationists, and others from throughout New York State, and is a forum for sharing ideas, networking, and celebrating successes in preservation efforts. Many thanks to all who helped make this conference a success, and to all those who attended!!

Returned Home

Just in time for our 250th anniversary!

This is our  1868 Centennial Chart, a visual representation of the first 100 years of Freemasonry in Albany, New York. It was discovered in the attic of Mrs. Lucille Canter of Greensboro North Carolina and presented to us in honor and memory of her husband Mr. Lewis A. Canter senior 32nd degree Master Mason of Guilford Lodge number 656 Greensboro North Carolina.

This donation was arranged with pleasure and honor by Colonel Charles A. Jones United States Marine Corps Reserve (Retired) Master Mason of Greensboro lodge "Old 76"


A Night of Reflection with the Masters Men

December 07, 2015

A recital of brother Franklin Delano Roosevelt's December 7th speech on the 74th anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day  with the men of Masters Lodge by brother Erik Dollman.

"Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger. With confidence in our armed forces - with the unbounding determination of our people - we will gain the inevitable triumph - so help us God." 
- Brother F. D. Roosevelt

Masons work to clean Park

Under the Direction of Brother Brendan Boyle and the Guidance of the City of Albany, Masters Lodge held a park cleanup day. We met for breakfast and had a great time putting our collective hands together to make quick light work out of an otherwise full day job.

 Over 15 Brothers came out and made quick and easy work for the parks fall cleanup. We are all excited to come back in the spring!

Over 15 Brothers came out and made quick and easy work for the parks fall cleanup. We are all excited to come back in the spring!

The best laid plans of mice and masons often go awry.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, 

O, what a panic's in thy breastie! 

Thou need na start awa sae hasty, 

Wi' bickering brattle! 

I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, 

Wi' murd'ring pattle! 

I'm truly sorry man's dominion, 

Has broken nature's social union, 

An' justifies that ill opinion, 

Which makes thee startle 

At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, 

An' fellow-mortal! 

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; 

What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! 

A daimen icker in a thrave 

'S a sma' request; 

I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, 

An' never miss't! 

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! 

It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! 

An' naething, now, to big a new ane, 

O' foggage green! 

An' bleak December's winds ensuin, 

Baith snell an' keen! 

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, 

An' weary winter comin fast, 

An' cozie here, beneath the blast, 

Thou thought to dwell- 

Till crash! the cruel coulter past 

Out thro' thy cell. 

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, 

Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! 

Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, 

But house or hald, 

To thole the winter's sleety dribble, 

An' cranreuch cauld! 

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, 

In proving foresight may be vain; 

The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men 

Gang aft agley, 

An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,

For promis'd joy! 

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me 

The present only toucheth thee: 

But, Och! I backward cast my e'e. 

On prospects drear! 

An' forward, tho' I canna see, 

I guess an' fear.

-Robert Burns, Scottish Poet and Freemason


No matter how much planning and well meant intentions go into something, things often do not go as planned. Brothers enjoying a cigar and conversation after other plans fell through.


W:. Alex Dalis