Cousines, I've been wanting to tell you about my searching. The first one M.O.A.,I read about 3 Chauvin Brothers. Never in my wildest dreams think they were mine.. but as time went on, I discovered they were my direct line descendents. Daddy never told me about our Chauvins!? Granpa lived with us when I was in my mid-teens. We used to talk. He never related anything either. Mama took care of (he had cancer) Granpa until he passed. He would get Mama up at night, saying "I think some coffee make me feel better". Mama'd say, "I'll make you a fresh pot of coffee Mr. Chauvin". And Granpa say "Oh Ahlicee you so good to do dat for me". So, Mama and Granpa would have coffee together:) Then! One Christmas I traced my very own little Granma all the way back to Grand Pre. When I created my home page, I called it Grand Pre Louisianne.. never dreaming there'd be a connection to THE GRAND PRE in Nova Scotia!! My search started 'cause My Granma died when Daddy was a year old. When my Aunts would talk of her..my Daddy would have a little soft wistful smile, a faraway look in his pretty blue eyes...I wanted to find her for him:) As you may guess, I am/was a Daddys' girl:)) And all I knew, was of his telling me "we were Cajuns...and "we were run out of Nova Scotia. " We were "some of the best people on earth" and for me to "NEVER be ashamed of being a Cajun". I'm proud of my Cajun family and my Chauvin family. I learned my lesson well:) I didn't learn French 'cause my parents didn't want me to be abused later on in school. Daddy got a map and showed me where the Cajuns were, before settling in Sweet South Louisiana:) I had to stand on my tiptoes to see the map at the kitchen table. I haven't a clue how old I was..so before I could read, I knew where Nova Scotia was on a map!:) Daddy taught me to waltz by having me stand on his feet:) moi ps memories, such a sweet blessing from God:)