My grandmother, Abigail Newman Allen, belonged to the Degree of Pocahontas. She lived in Villa Park (now Spring Lake Heights). My mother used to tell a story of one of Nana's most embarrassing moments. She was running for office in a lodge that she belonged too. It seems at that time the "polite" thing to do was vote for the opposing candidate. Someone persuaded Nana at the last moment to vote for herself since she really wanted the office besides who would ever know. When the results were announced Nana had all the votes and everyone knew about her "slip" in manners. How times have changed. Joyce at the Jersey Shore