|Grandpa Heber Monroe Ganus
The memory exists in my mind much like a magical dream.
We were visiting my grandparents in Sapulpa, Oklahoma and my parents had gone out for the evening.
It was getting dark and my Grandpa Ganus and I went into the backyard of their small rented home to see the coi in the little fish pond. As a young child, I was fascinated by the orange fish and loved watching them dart in and out of the green plants and vines. Grandpa and I watched them for a bit, while it grew steadily darker outside. When it became too dark to see anymore, we started to go back in the house when I saw the small flicker and flash of tiny little lights that would glow momentarily and then disappear. My grandpa explained that they were fireflies or lightning bugs. Growing up in California, I had never seen fireflies before. Grandpa went into the house for a minute and when he came back out, he had a mason jar for me to catch a few of the magical little creatures in so I could see them up close.
For the next little bit of time, Grandpa and I caught fireflies. Whether real or imagined, in my mind’s eye I can see us laughing while chasing and catching the fairy-like bugs. But that is all that I remember of that night. I don’t remember what we did after that or anything else that we did on that visit to my Grandparents.
Grandpa died a few years later and living several states apart, I really never got to spend much time with him or to get to know him very well.
I do know that we had time together a few other times though because there are a few photos that catch those times.
|Grandma Hazel (Mickelsen) Ganus and
Grandpa Heber Monroe Ganus
along with my brother, myself and a cousin
|My parents, Grandpa Heber Monroe Ganus and
Grandma Hazel Ganus, my father’s sister, my
cousin and myself (sitting on Grandpa’s lap)