Addison R. Ganus was "my" John Monroe Ganus's youngest brother and my second great granduncle. He was born Jun 1847, likely in Fayetteville, Georgia. While there are no known pictures of Addison, thanks to information shared by descendants of Addison's siblings, I feel that I can almost picture him. One thing I know for sure, he had that ole Ganus spunk.
|Typical Shotgun style house|
Ad and Sally were never able to have children, but according to the family stories, they adopted two Chance boys. On the 1900 census, Robert Chance is shown living in their household, but I could find no other Chance boy ever living with them. I did find it very interesting that when Addison died on 3 Dec 1927, that listed on his death certificate was his informant, I.C. Chance of Ashville, North Carolina. Although Sally, his wife was still living at that time, she was not the informant, as was often the case. It would seem that I.C. had come a considerable distance to be there, leading me to believe that Addison was important to him and that possibly he was the other "Chance boy." I will need to do further research to see if I can't determine for sure what the relationship was between I.C. Chance and Addison. Addison is recorded as having been 83 years old at the time of his death and so he had those good ole long Ganus genes passed down from his father and grandfather. Sally followed Addison about six months later, dying 7 June 1928 at the age of 85. Their death certificates both indicate that they were buried at the Tallapoosa Church cemetery, yet there are no headstones in that cemetery for them.
A funny story was recorded by those that knew Addison. The story pertains to a grandnephew of Addison's and obviously a name sake, Ad Lee who lived nearby. Apparently he had some white overalls that Ad Ganus just hated and Ad Ganus made it known. One day when Ad Lee's overalls were hung on the clothesline to dry, they disappeared. Look as they might, no one could find them. The following spring when the stables were cleaned out and the manure taken from the barn and spread out on the fields for fertilizer, there the overalls were, buried deep in the manure in the barn. Apparently there was no question in anyone's mind how they got there.
Ad and Sally grew and cured their own tobacco and then smoked it in corncob pipes. Those that visited noted that Sally liked to smoke a pipe with a long thin cane stem and some recalled that they had never seen a woman smoke a pipe before. Friends and family liked to visit Ad and Sally in the evenings. I can just envision them sitting on their porch, smoking their pipes and visiting until bedtime at which point Ad and Sally would retire to their rope bed..
I feel so much gratitude for those that thought to record the "small" details of Addison and Sally's lives and even more grateful that they freely shared those details with me, a distant cousin, living many miles away. Some times I feel a little cheated that I live a life so distant from my southern roots and that consequently so many details of my ancestor's lives are so foreign to me. But I will be forever grateful for my generous southern cousins that have reached out, pulled me in and included me in a way that helps me feel a connection to my southern heritage.
Copyright © Michelle G. Taggart 2012