I am the grandson of Charles Linsford Jaillette, son of David L Jaillette. I share the middle name Linsford with them. My grandfather died when I was 2 in 1950. He is buried in Greenwood cemetery. I don't remember him, but I certainly remember David L Jaillette (we called him "grandady Dave" for some reason). We often went to their house for Sunday dinner when he was married to Mary ("Aunt Mary" to us). Grandaddy Dave worked at the old stockyards in west Atlanta where, along with his son Dave ("Uncle Dave" to us) and in earlier years with my grandfather Charlie Jaillette. My grandmother, Lois, told me that Charlie contracted Murine Typhus fever from picking up poisoned rats at the stockyards. He suffered an almost fatal fever which virtually destroyed his brain. He lived out his days completely demented at the asylum in Milledgeville. It is ironic that Milledgeville comes into the picture so often with the Jaillette's.
Everyone in the family who knew Grandaddy Dave remembers that he was never seen without his 3 piece suit with a beautiful horseshoe shaped diamond stickpin on his lapel. He was a true Southern Gentleman whom I remember with the greatest fondness. Incidentally, Mary was his third wife. She was a nurse at Crawford Long Hospital (there used to be a group photo of her nursing class hanging in the lobby). She took good care of Grandaddy Dave, who was diabetic.
Uncle Dave was an affable, loud man who was always laughing and enjoying life. He used to often take my brother Skipper and I out along with his daughter Joan. Dave was divorced from Betty and I think those fun times were while he had visitation weekends. We had many great times going to movies, fishing, etc.