There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle The other is as though everything is a miracle. — Albert Einstein
Now before you start thinking that my father’s family had little to do with my childhood, let me introduce you to my Grandfather Godsey (Oris Cornell Godsey). In order to get the full flavor of my grandfather Godsey you have to picture what he was like. First off, he stood four foot and eleven inches high. He was slightly hunched from a hard life of hard labor and had to walk with the assistance of a cane. Towards the end of his life, you never saw him with out his 2 aluminum crutches. They served a dual purpose, to swing at a wayward child and to hold him up.
Don’t misunderstand me; my grandfather was a gentle soul before the Alzheimer’s set in. After his mind started slipping he became abusive but that is another chapter entirely. He was a strong influence on my young life. You see, my grandfather had polio as a child and one of his legs was shorter than the other. He had to wear shoes that had built up soles. Then as a young man, he worked in an airplane manufacturing plant during World War II. While working there he was in an accident. He was drug into the machine he was working with and was crushed from the hips down. The doctors at the time told him that he would never walk again, but despite that he did walk again.
He always taught me that giving up was not an option. If you where going to spend the time to do something then you needed to see it to its completion. He was living proof that this was a fact. After his wife passed away he worked at night for the Yellow Cab Company in Hopkinsville to support his family. There were many occasions where his life was placed in danger but he never gave up.
My Grandfather lived with us for as long as I could remember. There were mornings that we would get up to find my grandfather lying in the floor. He could not bend at the hips or knees, so if he fell down he would have to be helped up. He used to fix me a big breakfast every morning. He could cook the best eggs and not even bust the yellows. His white beans and cornbread were to die for. There are times even to this day that I can taste his beans and cornbread.