Writer's Block: Father nature
Jun. 20th, 2010 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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My fondest memory of my dad is standing by him at his drafting table at home (he worked as a manufacturing engineer and often brought work home). I would ask him about his drawing and he would always try to explain what he was drawing to me. He never said that I wouldn't understand or shoo me away. It was that willingness to explain things to me and belief that I could understand that I credit with where I am today as a systems administrator for a university. I never got the message that something was beyond my abilities.
ETA: I never knew either of my grandfathers. My mother's father died when she was ten. My father's father died before my parents were married.
My fondest memory of my dad is standing by him at his drafting table at home (he worked as a manufacturing engineer and often brought work home). I would ask him about his drawing and he would always try to explain what he was drawing to me. He never said that I wouldn't understand or shoo me away. It was that willingness to explain things to me and belief that I could understand that I credit with where I am today as a systems administrator for a university. I never got the message that something was beyond my abilities.
ETA: I never knew either of my grandfathers. My mother's father died when she was ten. My father's father died before my parents were married.
