



Born on this date in 1908
in Louisville, Kentucky
Taft just became President and the Model-T became available.
She was the beloved only-sister to Bill and Eddie.
Her dad and one brother worked at Churchill Downs, counting the money
so maybe it was her destiny to also have a career handling money.
She moved to DC, became wife to Claude B. Moore
But everyone called him C.B.
He spent his life selling cars
though never taught Isabel how to drive.
In 1935, they had their only child, a daughter, Mary Anne.
Had her baptized and raised her Catholic
in the Columbia Heights neighborhood
where she attended Sacred Heart with her girlfirends
and would ride the streetcar downtown.
In 1943,
maybe because having a 7-year old was expensive
maybe, due to the war, cars weren’t selling
maybe, due to the war, jobs were easier for a woman to get
Isabel got hired at a bank.
She had to say her name was Miss Isabel Sulzer
because a married woman wouldn’t be hired
And for the next 40-some years, she kept the bank in order
and helped support her family.
For fun she played pinochle, crocheted and quilted
and cooked the best cheeseball, gravey and spare ribs
At age 63, she became a widow
Jimmy, Cathi, Jeanne, Sally and Chris came along and called her Grandma
Bridigit, Anne, Curtis, and Garrett came along and called her Great-Nana
Daughter – sister – Aunt – wife – mother – banker – widow – Grandma – Great-nana
So many lovely names for Isabel Sulzer Moore
Born on this date, March 28th, 114 years ago.
She’s my grandma, gone too soon, at age 94.
Wow, what a tribute to an amazing woman. I love the rhythm here. I can feel your special relationship and it makes me think fondly of my own grandma.
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This is beautiful, Sally! I am really enjoying your daily writings. I am looking at the calendar for Spring Break week and we will firm up a date soon. Joanne
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A loving tribute to your grandmother. You were blessed to have her for so long. My maternal grandmother died before I was born. My father’s mother died when I was 9 years old. My parents are still living, so my children have had the privilege of grandparents.
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I agree, I am so bleesed. As my daughters are entering the stage of having a partner and starting a family of their own, I realize I want to ensure they know their ancestors so I have been gathering photos and starting to write snippets to add together into a scrapebook to hold photos, stories, maps and recipes. This is what one page might look like!
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I love this idea. I signed my dad up for Storyworth.
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A beautiful tribute written with love and nostalgia. This poetic format is perfect for capturing the spirit of your grandma.
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Gorgeous tribute to your grandma. I loved the pictures and the poem combination. So much love in your writing!
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You say so much with giving us a little historical context, naming various identities your grandma owned throughout her life, and naming names of those who came after her. The detail of her never being taught to drive says so much about her time. And yet she worked in a bank! I also liked your guesswork there- maybe it was because…
And thanks for sharing the 4 generation photo- what a treasure.
Happy birthday to your grandma. She would be so proud of the work you do.
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