Isaly, the second child born to Walter
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.
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.
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.
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 >>>
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!
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 >>>
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.
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
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
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 cant 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
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 Im sure have influenced
my life. His life was way too short and
he is still sorely missed and fondly remembered.
you would like to write your memories of
Bud Isaly and send
them to me, I will post them here.