Dad's work and play

Work, which always seems to come first.

Then play.

This is the first post for this month's Sepia Saturday! I need to get used to this new system.

My father George Elmore Rogers, Jr. lived from 1915 to 1985.  His work was as an accountant, as his own father had been before him.

Here's his badge from during WW II when he worked for North American Aviation, Inc. of Texas.  He actually started work there in 1941, about the time my parents moved into their first house in Dallas, TX.

Here's the reverse side of the badge.

There were times when he worked in other jobs, but he always came back to accounting, and became the comptroller at the private school which my sister and I attended in St. Louis, MO.  Later he worked in a similar position for the Christian Science mother church in Boston, MA until he retired to Houston, TX.

I don't have any pictures of him at work...though they probably would have been a bit dull looking.

Before I came along, (and my sister) my Dad had some times captured on film which look as if he knew how to "play."

My parents on a hunting trip with his parents and brothers. (If they knew of Bonnie and Clyde, in 1937, perhaps they were acting like them!)

Dad at Garner State Park, trying out one of the Live Oak branches

But when he wasn't working...he had other jobs to keep him busy.  Father, then grandfather...

A clip from an early Christmas home movie with Daddy helping my sister with her new tricycle

My dad was captured himself for a color home movie (without sound) telling a story!

And the one and only summer vacation I think my family took when I was growing up (1956-59?)...here's Dad in the Black River.

My parents and my ex-husband (behind the camera) took my oldest two sons and myself to Busch Gardens in Tampa, FL in 1969-70?

Dad with my sister's kids!

Dad had the usual jobs of a father at home. He cooked when we had cook-outs.  The grill was his territory.  He was master of the lawn, and the car.  He had some tools in the garage (after we had one) or the basement, where he would make interesting crafty things, or repair household things if he could.

I dearly loved my father.  I miss him all the time.

I'm glad I have some interesting photos from his life!