My Mom

Ethel Margaret Cashen was born on May 31, 1922 New Orleans, Louisiana. She was the youngest of four children born to Marcus and Alma Cashen.
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Here she is as a young woman on a windy day at the lakefront with (from left to right) her older sister, Dorothy Cashen and her mother, Alma Demoruelle Cashen and then Mom (How about that windswept look?) Three pretty ladies.

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She met and fell in love with Roy J. Tourne when she was fifteen years old. Six years later, on October 8, 1943 they were married in Corpus Christi, Texas where my Dad was stationed in the Coast Guard. Shortly after they were married my Dad was shipped out to the war in the Pacific. He was gone for two years.
Here they are on their wedding day in front of the church in Corpus Christi. From the left, Dad, the mother of the bride Alma Cashen, Mom, and her maid of honor, Muriel. It was a very small wedding since Dad was getting ready to ship out to the war. Mom had to take a train from New Orleans to meet him in Corpus Christi before he shipped out. Then she didn't see him for two years.
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As a war bride she spent a lot of time at the mailbox mailing letters to Dad.

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Here is the happy couple in 1951 on the porch of the house they built in the suburbs of New Orleans. Don't they look proud?

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Here we have the great baby switch incident. From left to right: Mom's sister Dorothy, my cousin Judy, Mom, my Grandmother whom we called Mia, baby me, and my Aunt Mae.
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Mom died in 1979 before I met Chuck and had her two wonderful grandchildren. But on this Mother's Day I want to honor her as a great and loving Mom who left a legacy of love for her grandchildren.

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