My father, Robert Ernst, was teaching as an architect at the technical high school of our city.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad designed houses and was an architect for many years.
I'm a trained architect. Both my parents were architects.
I didn't know what architecture was except that I lived in a house. I don't even think that I knew the word for a long time. My dad funneled me into engineering because it was his background.
My father was an academic, an eccentric. He was a lecturer.
My dad was dean of fine arts at the university. I was casting bronzes in the school foundry. I was using the university as a playground.
My father was a writer and an acting teacher.
My father was my teacher. But most importantly he was a great dad.
My dad was not happy about my not becoming an architect like him.
My father was a construction engineer, and my mother was a production engineer.
My father was a professor of civil engineering at MIT, and my mother taught high school English.