Many Great Grandma's Ago Rouleau Crest, My Granddad, Nicholas Born in Kingdom of France

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My many greats grandmother's Crest, Grandma Jeanne Rouleau, who married Nicolas Baillargeon, whom I was named after. My mom was very close to Rose Brule, my great grandmother on my dad's side, her mom Jane St. Laurent, her mom, Zoe Baillargeon.

Maybe my great grandfather was called a cult because we had royalty killed in our family in France in the 1500's, Rouleau and Baillargeon, and repeated in marriage, same names, in the New France, in the 1600's.


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