I’ve been hearing about this at several masonic lodges that I attend. Did a quick Google search and here I am..
So the past October before Halloween I join turtles, and my brother had brought me through
It was January 9, 2020 when a close motorcycle enthusiast asked me if I wished to learn to give answers unlike a Salty Sailor to which I said I would.
After learning about the Turtle Club I vacationed with my daughter Debra in Alaska. We hosteled in a small city called North Pole, 18 lies north of Fairbanks. One evening we ventured out foreigner at a place called The Turtle Restaurant, Fox, Alaska.
We dined, some drinks then ventured to the bar staffed by a female bartender who asked if I were a Turtle. I replied no, ordered my third drink of the evening while she asked me four questions. With a bit of help I got through and received my Turtle membership card dated June 7, 2017. I value that little green card over my Navy military ID card listing me as a Master Chief, USN. Am a Korean War Navy radioman. Send me an email at : firstname.lastname@example.org if you wish.
A friend told me I should be a Turtle because I find the least possible vulgar way to answer a question when vulgarity is expected. I would have it no other way.
It was December 1972, Rantoul, Ill. I had been stationed at Chanute AFB and was about to get married when my future father-in-law initiated me. It was Dec 24.
When I was in the Air Force several of us were sitting in the Officers Club and the subject of Turtles came up.
I was made a Turtle in June of 2009 while attending the annual communication of the Most Worshipful Prince Hall Grand Lodge, Free and Accepted Masons of Georgia. I was “initiated” by James Weldon Johnson of the National Turtle Club, Inc…who held the Title of Imperial TurtleMaker. My wife and I joined together and it was definitely an experience we cherish as there is nothing else in the world like a Turtle.
Many, many years ago I realized I loved everything and anything turtle. My Mom would buy me turtle trinkets, turtle earrings, etc. One year she surprised me by enrolling me in the Turtle Club. At the time, the motto was “You can’t be a turtle if you don’t stick your neck out”. She was always chastising me for doing just that so I was a perfect fit. Time passed and as often happens, the Turtle Club got filed away in that overloaded file cabinet in my brain, pushed to the back, and forgotten. I was probably 30 then and now I’m 77. Last week lost in thought and idle time, I found that file drawer in my brain and remembered the Turtle Club. I re-enrolled myself and here I am. Thank you. I am proud and humble that you would allow me to be a part of this great tradition.
It might have been in the 1970’s i don’t really remember. I also don’t remember how I learned about the turtles but the attraction was immediate so I joined. I just recently retired and moved to Tucson AZ. Going through a box of papers I found my old frayed membership card and immediately looked for you online. Imagine my delight to find the club still exists. I very much want a new card and I will resume recruiting immediately.