Wife of John F. Seiberling. She was also the mother of Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co. founders, Frank A. and Charles Seiberling.
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Although she may look a bit stern in her portrait, Catherine Seiberling was a beloved grandmother to the children of her nine children. Here is a poem written by her son-in-law, Dr. W.S. Chase, husband of her daughter, Grace. It was recited by granddaughter Virginia Seiberling on Christmas 1910 at the Seiberling home. (Found among the papers left by Theodore Seiberling Pflueger, son of Julia Ruth Seiberling, Catherine's youngest daughter.)

AT GRANDMA'S

Among the beautiful pictures that
hang on Memory's wall,
The old brick house of Grandma's
to me is the best of all.
Not for its special beauty at any
time of year
But for the loving memories that
are to me so dear.

'Twas in these high walled bed-rooms
years and years ago,
That Father and Uncle Charlie were
wont to quarrel so.
And about these rooms Aunt Anna
strode with bustling stride -
Bossing her little sisters
and scolding when they cried.

'Twas in this very parlor or in the
room above,
That all my aunts were courted and
where they all made love.
It made one think in those days of a
Coney Island fair -
Spooning couples in the living rooms
and even on the stair.

I see the old attic lighted upon a
party night.
And say! No modern ball room
presents a fairer sight.
What tales of gay flirtations those
dusty walls might tell
If they could give up what they heard
and what they saw as well.

And then there was the pantry with
its jam and bread and pie;
Those things were always better there
than any you could buy.
And Grandma's "Cimmen Kuchen"
from out the pantry store -
No matter how much we had had we
always wanted more.

The doings there on Sunday nights
we never shall forget;
When uncles, aunts, and cousins at
the kitchen table met.
Of course, we liked to play at home
and we had fun there, too;
But when we came to Grandma's
there was always more to do.

But the brightest picture of them all
and one I like the best,
Is the memory of these Christmas days
with Grandma and the rest.
I never shall forget them no matter
where I am
Be it in an Arctic winter or the
sunshine of Siam.

Other children have had Grandmas -
of that I am aware;
But there never was another who could
with ours compare.
And over every picture, as it hangs on
Memory's wall,
Is the dear, kind face of Grandma
adding beauty to them all.

Contributor:
Lisa Russell Pflueger
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THANKS TO Paulette for information on this memorial. And thanks to Lisa Russell Pflueger for the family photos. The picture of the family home is from her as well.