The Cajun French Music Association (CFMA), Baton Rouge Chapter is dedicated to the promotion and preservation of our Cajun music, Cajun dance, Cajun language and heritage. We are a non-profit 501-C3 organization that has been in existence for over 20 years. We take pride in a long history of presenting authentic Cajun dances in Baton Rouge.


President’s Message

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September will be a busy and important month for us. We are moving our meetings to
BOUTIN’S CAJUN RESTAURANT
hoping that more members will attend and enjoy Cajun music, food and a couple of beers with friends after the meetings.
We will have elections of officers and board members at this meeting. Nominations are open until the meeting and you may self nominate.
Also, membership dues will be due October 1st. Please send your $20 checks to CFMA, P.O Box 64566, Baton Rouge, LA 70896, or pay at the next dance or use PayPal.

Merci, John Pellerin

Get Well / Sympathy

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Happily there have been no illnesses or passing of members reported.

Please contact Vera Achee at (225-357-5647) with information concerning members who are ill, hospitalized or those that have passed away.

Happy Birthdays

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Mark Edmonson-9/06

Ralph Marino-9/7

Bill Roy-9/10

Pete Seymore-9/17

Bo Bueche-9/27

Matthew Ducote-9/29

If you, or a loved one, are celebrating a birthday this month, we welcome you to come and celebrate with friends and family at any of our Friday Night dances. Birthday cakes welcomed !

Happy Anniversaries

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Bill & Myrna Edwards-9/08
Ron & Kathy Stewart-9/11

To include your special date call Pearl Bellelo at 225-931-6551 or vicandpearl@startelco.net

Dance Troupe News

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September plans are incomplete at this time but we are dancing at Lakewood Quarters Nursing Home and another nursing home in the area. We will also dance at a Military Reunion at the Holiday Inn South.
Anyone interested in joining the Dance Troupe and having some good, healthy fun call Lynda Stockinger at 225-803-9272.

Merci Beaucoup, Lynda Stockinger

Friday Night Dances

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UCT Hall-11175 Florida Blvd, 2 miles east of Airline Hwy at Sherwood Forest Blvd.
Please check the Fun Section of The Advocate for our ads. Also check our website, www.batonrougecajundance.com & Clarence’s site (Cajunradio.org) for dance date and bands.

Sept. 10-Jesse Brown & Choupique
Tiger Tailgate Party Dance

Sept. 24- Brandon Moreau &
The Band Pain Perdue

Next Meeting

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NEXT MEETING –Tuesday Sept. 14th - 6:30 PM—Boutin’s Cajun Restaurant
NEW MEETING LOCATION Open/combined Board and General Meeting at 6:30 PM.
Election of 2011 Chapter Officers and Board members will take place at this meeting. Nominations are still open until meeting time and you may self nominate.

Cajun Heritage

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Poulailler (poo-la-yea) was a chicken yard, usually plucked clean of grass and scratched into fluffy dirt that stuck to your bare, wet feet like the sole of a shoe. Back when Cajuns raised chickens, they cared for them and other farm animals almost like they were family. An enclosed roosting shed (jouquoir) was part of the chicken yard, and an auge (wooden trough with partitions and straw) was provided for laying and nesting hens. Farm animals knew when it was feeding time and gathered near the corn crib (magazin) in late evenings, to await the handfuls of shelled corn that were tossed out by the ladies who also scooped up an unlucky hen from time to time for a gumbo. Youngsters took turns cranking the corn–sheller (egrenoir) or whacking mice and rats when they ran out of the piles of un-shucked corn. Chickens also love to eat insects, lizards and even mice, so after the ladies went back into the house, we would throw the dead mice into the flock, just to watch the melee of chickens chasing each other in an effort to get the prized mouse away from the one that was trying to swallow it . . . and we remembered never to mention this while everybody was eating Sunday gumbo.

Maurice