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D. Rolling Kearney





I grew up in Southern California. During my senior year of high school (1991), I befriended a recent convert at church. He was a cheery, affable chubby guy, very unassuming and good-natured. We got along great. He invited me to a Saturday morning breakfast held at the local Masonic lodge. He explained to me that, along with his family recently joining the LDS Church, he had personally decided to join a Masonic youth group called DeMolay. At the time I knew absolutely nothing about Freemasonry, except that I once heard that Joseph Smith was a Freemason. I decided to attend this breakfast. It was a very pleasant event — a beautiful crisp Southern California morning, eating bacon, eggs, and pancakes with a bunch of people my age whom I'd not yet met, hanging out in the parking lot of this local Masonic lodge that I had no clue even existed in my home town. Everyone was very affable and friendly. I was shown around inside the ornate Masonic lodge, which I found impressive. I was very surprised to see a framed print of a painting of George Washington in full Masonic dress hanging in one office. I remember thinking, “Wow, even Washington was a Mason!”

At the time I had been accepted to attend BYU-Provo the following Fall semester. I anticipated leaving California in another four months, so during that time I frequently attended Masonic activities and get-togethers. I learned somewhat about their organizations for youth under 21: DeMolay for the young men, and Job's Daughters and Rainbows for the young women. There was an overtone of religiosity, formality, and occasional Biblical references, as well as references to God within the décor and rites, but not