My father thought of himself as a tradesman. A craftsman.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was a very good craftsman. He made furniture, he made silverware and he had an incredible gift in terms of how you can make something yourself.
My father was a man of few words.
My dad was an entrepreneurial businessman, and maybe I got some of his ability.
My father was a successful real estate developer, and he was a very tough man but a good man. My father would always praise me. He always thought I was the smartest person.
But my dad also was a remarkable man, a good person, a principled individual, a man of integrity.
Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for it's own sake but, as he was given to saying, it straightened out one's thoughts.
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 a tailor, my mother a machinist.
My dad, he was a construction worker. He was a butcher. He was a deep sea fisherman.
My father was so much more than an accomplished businessman.