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New Saint Andrews Christmas Concert 2009

Deer Hunting in Idaho!

 

 

Ben Nieuwsma films 30 consecutive sunrises, and tells an Anglo-Saxon Tale!

 

My hat’s off to Ben Nieuwsma (owner of ZKPro), who filmed 30 consecutive sunrises, and wound them together in an Anglo-Saxon tale.

Oh! Deer!

“Calvin and the Huguenots,” Francis Foucachon – New Saint Andrews College

Edmund Laughing – 4 months

Acer Netbook Mod – Fan Replacement and Ram Upgrade

Baptism of Edmund Lucien Foucachon

 

Baptism of Edmund Lucien Foucachon, Sepember 6th, 2009, at Christ Church, in Moscow, ID. Baptized by his grandfather, Rev. Francis Foucachon.

Welcome to the Covenant People of God Edmund! May you walk in the faith of your fathers all the days of your life. May the fear of the Lord reside in you, making you fearless among men. As your name, Edmund, signifies, may you be a Prosperous Protector, blessing and protecting others with the blessings and strength bestowed upon you by God. And as your middle name, Lucien, signifies, may you be a light among men. May you carry on the faith of your fathers to a thousand generations.
Your father, Daniel

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Bienvenue au Peuple de l'Alliance, Edmund! Que tu marches dans la foi de tes pères tous les jours de ta vie. Que la crainte de l'Éternel demeure en toi, en sorte que tu sois sans crainte devant les hommes. Selon la signification de ton prénom, Edmund, que tu sois « un protecteur prospère », qui bénit et qui  protège ton entourage avec les bénédictions et la puissance que le Seigneur te donnera. Et selon la signification de ton autre prénom, Lucien, que tu sois une lumière parmi les hommes. Que tu portes la foi de tes pères jusqu'à mille générations.    
Ton Père, Daniel 

 

Here is the congregational charge that was given:

Little Child, for you Jesus Christ came to this earth, struggled and suffered; for your sake He crossed Gethsemane and went through the darkness of Calvary; for your sake He cried: 'It is finished'; for your sake He died and for your sake He overcame death; indeed for your sake, little child, and you—still—know  nothing of it. And thus the word of the apostle is confirmed: 'We love God, for He loved us first.'

(Taken from an old French Reformed Baptism Rite)

Last Disputatio of the Class of 2009!

Can you believe it? We just had our last Disputatio as a class at NSA?

God has been very good to us, allowing us to travel thus far. I am very grateful for such a wonderful class, and I hope we all keep in touch. To that affect, I plan to keep THIS blog going as a place where we as Alumni can come and keep getting NSA info, or see what’s going on in Moscow.

Here are the two videos I presented at Disputatio.

• The first is a slideshow of some photos I through together of our 4 years here. It is only a tiny sampler of all the photos I have!
• The second is a compilation of spliced videos from our 4 years. Again, only a sampler of what I have! I had to cut some GREAT stuff! (such as some of our declamations).

I uploaded a bunch of videos not shown here on a YouTube playlist called “Live in Moscow as an NSA student,” which you can find HERE

 

Enjoy!

 

NSA Spring Concert Video

 

The New Saint Andrews Spring Concert is up:

http://www.foucachon.com/nsa_spring_concert/

 

Dr. Erb did a wonderful job conducting and organizing the concert!  I believe that this is the largest choir in the Moscow region.

Represented were: the NSA choir, the Christ Church Adult Choir, the Christ Church Youth Choir and the Trinity Reformed Youth Choir.

The concert begins with the blowing of the horn calling the singers in – very impressive!

French Cuisine DVD

French Cuisine - The Basics of French Cooking

Professionally filmed and produced by ZK Pro and delivered in DVD format, French Cuisine provides an in-depth look at the basics of French gourmet cooking, spiced with the experience, anecdotes, and wisdom of one of the best!

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A Dream

I interrupt my study to tell you of a dream. Actually, it is my good friend, librarian, and valet, George Harrell, who had this dream some time ago, and told me about it today. It is a dark story. There was no humour in this dream. It was serious. I shall try to relate the narrative as faithfully as possible.

Once upon a time, there were some men in a town called Moscow, in the great Northwest. There was a great and grave meeting amongst the important men of the town. It took place in the Logos Fieldhouse, but it wasn't quite the Logos Fieldhouse (Let the reader understand the nature of dreams). It was quite dark, like during a wedding reception, and in the center lay a large, long, solid table, like the one found in Bucers. The ceiling above was a lofty vaulted ceiling, like a cathedral. There was a monastic feel to this event. I'm sure there was a large fire roaring in a stone fireplace--at least this was the feel. Around it were gathered these men of Moscow, discussing something important, with bunches of paper laid out in front of them. Suddenly, one of the men, a certain gentlemen from across the sea, stood and starting lecturing about the glories of the French Revolution, and continued for some time. All present listened intently. Then another gentlemen, a local who's father took care of the towns insurance, stood and said a derogatory statement, now forgotten (let the reader understand the nature of dreams) about the French and leur Révolution. He then sat. All was quite. you could have heard a mouse on the stone floor. The Frenchmen then sent his glove flying across the table, hitting the head which contained the mouth that dared utter those words of meprise concerning glorious France. All men sat aghast. Then one of the leaders among them stood. "He has thrown the glove. We must fulfil ritual." Upon these words, everyone stood up. Some sided with the Frenchman, some with the gentleman who was hit with the glove (who was also a librarian). All headed for the south entrance. Upon exiting, there was no parking lot. Instead was a green field, surrounded by a stone wall, with bleacher type benches surrounding the small field on all side. Every last person we knew, under the age of 25, was seated upon the bleachers, looking down at the two gentlemen. In the middle of this clearing, stood a man, dressed entirely in black and holding a large staff (he is commonly known as Jody, the mover of books). To his left and right stood two large swords, wedged loosely in the soft earth. The opponents were each handed a pair of long, black, leather gloves by those faithful to them, which they pulled on. All was silent once again. The man in black started going through the rules. "You must wait for my command. You may not..." etc. He had done this many times before. The two faced each other. All was silent, and George Harrell's dream slipped into fogginess.

Wedding Pics

Deborah is married!!!

Here are some of the pictures. Due to lack of time, they are not organized in any special way, but there is a basic, though fragmented, chronology.

www.danielfoucachon.com/beauchamp_wedding/