Like father, like son.

[Bob Wright]

My Dad worked as a sheet metal worker, in a day long before OSHA. He wore leather shoes, once black but picked, cut and scarred by brushes with galvanized steel and copper sheets. His pants were khaki or gray work pants, shirts were chambray, khaki, or gray cotton work shirts. He wore a pinch crown felt hat. His hands were calloused and gnarled, skin burned brown by the sun and weather, except for that white forehead above the line of his hat.

But on Sunday morning, Dad would dress up ~ a starched white shirt, and a three piece suit, black or charcoal gray, double breasted coat. Dad had a matching tortoise shell pen and pencil, with gold clips. He would carefully place these in the breast pocket of his coat, just so, then smoothing his coat and admiring himself in the mirror, he would announce, "This is Mr. Wright!"

A few Sundays back I got dressed for church, smoothed out my sport coat and announced, "This is Mr. Wright!"

Funny how I catch myself doing the same things Mother often scolded Dad for.

Bob Wright

 

[Merle1948]

My Dad worked as a sheet metal worker, in a day long before OSHA. He wore leather shoes, once black but picked, cut and scarred by brushes with galvanized steel and copper sheets. His pants were khaki or gray work pants, shirts were chambray, khaki, or gray cotton work shirts. He wore a pinch crown felt hat. His hands were calloused and gnarled, skin burned brown by the sun and weather, except for that white forehead above the line of his hat.

But on Sunday morning, Dad would dress up ~ a starched white shirt, and a three piece suit, black or charcoal gray, double breasted coat. Dad had a matching tortoise shell pen and pencil, with gold clips. He would carefully place these in the breast pocket of his coat, just so, then smoothing his coat and admiring himself in the mirror, he would announce, "This is Mr. Wright!"

A few Sundays back I got dressed for church, smoothed out my sport coat and announced, "This is Mr. Wright!"

Funny how I catch myself doing the same things Mother often scolded Dad for.

Bob Wright

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.... :? :mrgreen:

 

[nvbirdman]

From reading your posts over the years, I think your wife married Mr. Wright.

 

[caryc]

From reading your posts over the years, I think your wife married Mr. Wright.

Sounds like Mr. Wright found Mrs. Wright. All worked out well. :mrgreen:

 

[Mike J]

Mr. Bob Wright, thank you for sharing with us. I always enjoy reading your posts.

 

[slowhand]

What a story! I never like to be addressed as Mr.Robertson.I always say I'm Dave Mr Robertson was my Dad.

 

[427mach1]

From reading your posts over the years, I think your wife married Mr. Wright.

Sounds like Mr. Wright found Mrs. Wright. All worked out well. :mrgreen:

I think it must have worked out all wright.....

Funny how we slowly become our parents!