5 Minute Freewrite Challenge Day 336 Washcloths

My dad was a college educated, and very professional man. He liked everything to be well done and in its proper place. He was serious and driven, and worked hard.

He wore a formal business suit to work each day and had many of them that were rotated in and out of the dry cleaners. His white business shirts were sent out to be laundered and he had a hundred nice ties.

His shoes were shined and he used a beautiful shoehorn to put them on without ruining the fit. His socks were the expensive ones.

He had a quiet voice and no discernable accent. He was a successful middle American man.

EXCEPT:

Instead of saying the word washcloths, he said warshcloths. The “R” was in the word every time. He insisted this was the way to say it and you could not tell him anything different.

Before he was my dad, with such a respected way of behaving, he was a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who grew up poor, and had to fight for everything. He got away from there as soon as he could and never looked back.

I got my nomadic ways from my dad as he moved us from place to place on his way up the ladder. He only had that one wrong letter to let you know he didn’t come from here.

My post is for the #freewrite daily challenge by @mariannewest. Freewrite is a great way to post on steemit when you do not think you have the time, or talent, or anything to say. I know you can do this too! Here is Marianne’s freewrite prompt post for today. Give it a try and surprise yourself.

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