I’ve been concentrating on Frank’s side of the tree again, trying to resolve the tricky Livaudais clan relationships. Each member had about 6 names and between the French/Spanish/French ownership of Louisiana, the order and spelling of the names changed through the years as well. (Did you know that Santiago is the Spanish version of Jacques? They both come from the name Jacob. Santiago derives from the Hebrew version of Jacob (Ya’akov) / Sant Yago. You’re welcome.)
So I’ve been reading a lot of census images, obituaries, probate documents, and vital documents like birth/death certificates when I can get hold of them. Most obituaries are respectful and give a sense of the person’s standing in the community, but briefly. Once in a while, though, I come across one that’s pretty ridiculous, and I like to imagine the obit writer as a crazy old bat who yearns for the days of royalty and properly cemented societal order.
Mrs Lafitte certainly seems like quite a woman. Christian fortitude! Succumbing! Three score years! Legion friends!
Not to mention being led to the altar (oh my!) by someone related to a famous pirate, and being the daughter of a Marquis.
To top it all off, it sounds as though she was a convenient little package even in death, when her remains were tidily deposited into the vault. No muss, no fuss!
I only wonder if she was allowed the common gift of a first name…
None of these facts is wrong, but the way they’re presented really makes me giggle.
(My apologies to any Livaudais relatives who happen upon this shamefully irreverent commentary. Please don’t tell the Marquis. Merci.)