Jacques Telesphore Roman - Death

Death

Jacques Telesphore Roman died in 1848, a victim of tuberculosis. Without any experience in business or sugarcane farming, Jacques' wife Celina took over management of the plantation. Mixing her lack of experience along with her penchant for opulent spending, Celina drove the plantation into near bankruptcy. Jacques' only surviving son, Henri, assumed manhood and responsibility for family affairs in 1859. His valiant efforts to preserve the position and holdings of his family failed against the overwhelming social and political turmoil resulting from the Civil War and Reconstruction, joined the ever-growing tide of once powerful and proud Creoles caught in a downhill slide toward oblivion.

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Name Roman, Jacques Telesphore
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Date of birth March 22, 1800
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Date of death April 11, 1848
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