“Dad, who knew that Mother’s favorite poet was Browning and suspected where the Robert came from, nevertheless bunched the fingers of his right hand, kissed their tips, and threw his hand into the air. “Ah, Robert,” he intoned, “if I… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
“Ernestine used to remark, in a tone tinged with envy, that Lill was probably New Jersey's youngest gold digger, and that few adult gold… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
Dad himself used to tell a story about one time when Mother went off to fill a lecture engagement and left him in charge… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
“Not the penultimate, nor yet the ante-penultimate,” said Mother. “But the ultimate.” — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
“Dad, who knew that Mother’s favorite poet was Browning and suspected where the Robert came from, nevertheless bunched the fingers of his right hand,… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
Dad took moving pictures of us children washing dishes, so that he could figure out how we could reduce our motions and thus hurry… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
I give nightly praise to my Maker that I never cast a ballot to bring that lazy, disreputable, ill-tempered beast into what was once… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
“Now, suddenly, she wasn’t afraid anymore, because there was nothing to be afraid of. Now nothing could upset her because the thing that mattered… — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
“Although a graduate of the University of California the bride is nonetheless an extremely attractive young woman.” — Frank B. Gilbreth Jr Copy Share Image
