My father was a chemist on the Yale faculty, my mother a housewife.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother, whose interest in chemistry was rather minimal, nevertheless went to graduate school in the subject and married my father, for whom it was as important as life itself.
Dad was a retired chemist who, in his 60s, fathered and fed me and my two sisters while Mum worked as a secretary. He made us curries, Chinese meals and strange concoctions. He was often unsuccessful.
My father was an academic, an eccentric. He was a lecturer.
My mother was a consulting dietician, and my father was a consulting engineer.
My father is a chemist, my mother was a homemaker. My parents instilled in us the feeling that learning was the most exciting thing that could happen to you, and it never ends.
My father was a doctor, an army cardiologist.
My father was a lawyer and to my best knowledge nobody in my family before had interest in science.
My mother is an office manager, my father a professor of economics and financial planner.
My father was on the faculty in the Chemistry Department of Harvard University; my mother had one year of graduate work in physics before her marriage.
My father was a doctor.