• • •  WALTER THOMAS "BUD" ISALY • • •      
November 10, 1920 - November 21, 1953
Son of Walter Eugene Isaly and Henrietta Isaly
Brother of Betty Isaly Latham and Earl William Isaly
Father of Ellen Isaly Clark
Grandfather of Bill Clark and Rob Clark
  

ud Isaly, the second child born to Walter and Henrietta Isaly, had a short but meaningful life. Born in 1920, he attended the Upper Arlington Schools and graduated in 1939. He attended The Ohio State University for two years and then enlisted in the United States Army during World War II. He served 44 months in the Army, half of them overseas. During part of this time, both Bud and Earl were serving in Europe. I remember Gramma and Grampa talking about how difficult it was to have two sons in the war and so far away at the same time. In the Army, my father earned the rank of Top Sergeant. His uniform is one of my proudest possessions.

Bud went into the Isaly Family cheese business, first with Richard Isaly downtown, and then setting up shop on the South Mallway in Upper Arlington, next to the high school. Bud and Earl ran this store/restaurant for several years; Gramma made the daily homemade soup and the high school students would crowd the Isaly Store at lunchtime and after school. It was quite the hangout in the 1940's and early 1950's.

I was recently contacted by a man who knew my father (Bud) back in those days. George Elias is thirteen year younger than my dad, and apparently, considered my father to be his mentor and father figure. He has recounted many stories of the UA Mallway Isaly Store, and he told me that it was the "malt shop" of the day. My dad often brought me to the shop -- I was just a baby -- and the school kids played with me. George has told me that the students looked at my dad as sort of a hero figure: funny, entertaining, and friendly.

Some of the older cousins remember my dad, and you may be interested in reading a series of stories about my father that were written by George (taken from emails). George has a witty, entertaining writing style, and his recollections of my father are endearing and personal and so very greatly appreciated! You can read George's stories here >>>

Bud loved fishing, and was known for sitting for hours on a riverbank, drinking milk, waiting for "the big one." As the photos below demonstrate, he did manage to catch a few of them!

On the way home from a fishing trip in Delaware, Ohio in November, 1953, the car in which my father was riding with his friend crashed along Olentangy River Road and my father was killed. You can see the Columbus Dispatch notice about him here >>>

From Tom Isaly: Seeing pictures of your Dad and reading about him still brings tears to my eyes. He was truly my favorite person in my then short life and he was one of the few people or memories that have survived those 55 years. In 1952 he and Dad were briefly in the cheese business in Houston. One weekend he took Chuck and I out in the country and we were throwing torpedoes (little explosive fireworks that blew up on hard contact with concrete when you threw them), out the tailgate of his blue Rambler wagon. I didn't let go of one in time and hit the tailgate with it still in my hand. I got a slight burn and he was so afraid I would tell Earl what we had been doing.

We had a few more trips to the country for fireworks and shooting Jackrabbits with the .22 Hi-Power (I believe Chuck has it it-burned out barrel and all). I was so upset when he moved back to Columbus, but business wasn't great and he was so sad and homesick. How might history have unfolded had Houston liked Swiss Cheese a little better?

From Ray Latham: I believe that when Uncle Bud moved back from Houston, as described by my cousin Tom, he moved in with us at 1559 Tremont Road. I was about seven years old. I have many memories of this incredible man. In a way, he filled the role of a father. He worked very hard and opened the Isaly dairy store in Arlington. I do remember visiting that many times.

At home, I recall that we played catch and most importantly, we went fishing together down at the Scioto River. He introduced me to quick-sand. He was a very good sportsman, so he knew a lot about how to locate and catch fish. When I was with him, I always caught some -- never did any other time. I distinctly remember the blue Rambler and I vividly remember the accident. I went with Grandpa to visit the site of the accident and, since this was the first experience that I had with someone so close being suddenly taken, it was very difficult to understand. I can’t even imagine what Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Earl and my Mother must have been going through at the time of the accident, surely I was shielded from the grief at the time.

Uncle Bud was very much like an idol to me. He never seemed to do anything wrong, he knew how to relate to a young boy, he showed me things about fishing, hunting, hard work, and character that I’m sure have influenced my life. His life was way too short and he is still sorely missed and fondly remembered.

If you would like to write your memories of Bud Isaly and send them to me, I will post them here.