Our Masonic Lodge Home

Have you ever dreamed of turning a non-residential building into a home?  For years I dreamed that dream.  I had seen HGTV shows where people had converted libraries, laundromats, schools, churches, fire stations, etc. and I wanted my own non-house home.  Guess what?  I got it!


This old building was originally a Masonic Lodge upstairs and a schoolhouse downstairs and this is where we lived for about 18 months.  One of the oldest buildings in Shasta County, CA, it was dedicated in 1867.  In the 70’s, an unattractive addition was added that kind of destroyed the look of the place:

I don’t have a pic that shows the whole addition, but this was our grand entrance/carport.  These pics (above) were taken on the first day that we actually laid eyes the place.  Want to see what it looked like upstairs on that same day?


Cool, right?  At that time, the upstairs portion was being used as a museum.  Apparently there are formal occasions that the wives of Masons get all dressed up for and this room had several old gowns displayed on dress forms.  After seeing this room I wanted to buy!  Let me just say that I was surprised as all get out that my husband even agreed to look at the place, but even more surprised when he was willing to make an offer on the spot.  It took several months for the Masons to get the zoning changed to allow it to be residential/mixed use and to get the CA branch of the Masons to approve the sale.   Six months later, we were in.

Unfortunately, the nosy local historic society, figured that if they couldn’t have it, no one should.  Trust me… it is a story that you don’t want to hear.  Suffice it to say that an 86 year old grouchy woman must have camped at the county offices until they finally made us move out after living there for 18 months.  We were told that we could move back in again, but we would have to move out first.  Huhhhh?   Yeah….no!   The dream turned nightmare and we were ready to wake up.  We sold the place.

That said, living in an old 7,000 square foot lodge was so much fun.  Oh, the stories that I could tell you.  Since the place was so big, our kids used scooters and skateboards to get around.   The men’s restroom had a urinal.  As a mother of 3 teenaged boys and lots of teenage boy visitors, I loved that urinal.  Wow, that is a phrase that you don’t hear often!

Want to see more pics?  Of course you do!

MIllville familyroom

This room was about the same size as our first home.  It served as a dining room, living room, hubby office and behind a curtain wall, master bedroom.  Let me just say that it was a long, long trek to the restroom in the middle of the night!  This pic only shows about a quarter of the room.  You can see a tiny portion of the kitchen which was quite large and had a commercial dishwasher that could wash and sanitize a tray of dishes in about 90 seconds.  That was awesome!

Millville blueroom

This room is even bigger.  It housed our 3 sons, workout equipment, ping pong table, etc, etc.  A bit of a mess here, but you get the idea.

Millville upstairs

This was, hands down, my favorite room of the house.  I wish that I had taken more pictures, darn it!  The painted tin ceiling and crown molding were simply amazing.  There are 4 tall windows down each long exterior wall that brought so much light into the place.  Great cross circulation, too.  The walls are old growth (remember…1867!) redwood.  You can see that they carefully alternated between red and orange redwood boards, horizontally below and vertically on top.  The ceilings are 11 feet tall.  This is a second story room, for heaven’s sakes!  11 foot ceilings!  My friend, Patrice, and I used to use this room as an indoor running track…it is that big.

Yep, fixing up the place would have been amazing but having the historical society breathing down our necks just wasn’t worth it after all.  So, 5 years later, the place sits empty of human life.  Basically a huge storage unit with 3 acres of waist-high weeds.  Millville Historical Society must be so proud.  (Sounding a little bitter, aren’t I?)

So, I got my dream, after all.  Sometimes dreams don’t turn out like you thought they would, and that is okay.  I guess.   Living in a normal house again does have its perks.  Like a toilet that is less than 186 steps away from the bed.  I hear that the place is going on the market soon.  I’m almost tempted to try the dream again.  Almost.

Do I regret the 18 months of living in a lodge?  Heck, no!  It was an adventure that my husband, my children and I will never forget.

I’m curious: Would YOU ever move into a non-house home?



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