The father’s name was John Griffith, he had lost all he had in the stock market crash. So he moved his family to Mississippi where he took a job as bridge operator for a railroad trestle.

In 1937, he was involved in a horrible accident. One day his 8 year-old son, Greg, spent the day with his Dad at work. The boy poked around the office and asked dozens of questions – just like little boys do.