The silver spaceship sits on metal
pillars under the trees at Jim and Grace Taylor’s farm near Duncan.
Its aluminum-plate ramp door is ajar and broken — the Taylors suspect from
children playing — but inside, the large old sofa, pot-bellied stove, and
plywood sleeping ledge are much the way their son, Granger, left them.
All around the verdant property that sweeps down to the marshes of Somenos
Lake, there are collections of old equipment — steam pots from donkey engines,
old tractors, an ancient bulldozer, railroad artifacts of a bygone era — that
their son culled lovingly from Cowichan Valley bushes.
They are much the way Granger left them, too.
The Taylors have tried to keep everything the same.
His bed in his bedroom next to the kitchen is untouched. The plaques he saved
from engines he’d repaired — triumphs and trophies of his mechanical aptitude
— hang on a cupboard door.
His
books are there, too, paperbacks, mostly, with titles like Black Holes, The
Secret Forces of the Pyramid, Flying Saucers Here and Now, and From Outer
Space, stored now in a cardboard box.
The Taylors desperately want to believe their son will come back.
But after 51 months, it is tough to keep up hope.
Granger has simply vanished. Almost as if he was plucked off the face of the
world.
If you can take Granger’s word for it, that is what happened.
Before leaving, he tacked a note to his father’s bedroom door. His father
found it when he came home from work the afternoon of Nov. 29, 1980.
“Dear Mother and Father,” it said.
“I have gone away to walk aboard an alien spaceship, as re-occurring dreams
assured a 42-month interstellar voyage to explore the vast universe, then
return."
“I am leaving behind all my possessions to you as I will no longer require the
use of any. Please use the instructions in my will as a guide to help.
Love, Granger”
On the other side of the note was a contour map of Mount Waterloo, west of
Duncan near Skutz Falls.
If the map has any hidden meaning, no one knows what it is.
The 42 months were up last May 29. The Taylors left the back door unlocked
that night just in case he showed up. But he never did.
RCMP in Duncan have tried to find Granger, who would have turned 36 last Oct.
7, but despite what Cpl. Mike
Demchuk described as “exhaustive checks” nothing has turned up, not a single
clue to his whereabouts.
Granger presumably left in his 1972 light blue Datsun, one of several older
model pickup trucks he owned.
The vehicle is still missing and to Demchuk that is the most baffling element
of a most baffling case.
“One would expect the car at least to be found,” he says. “You just don’t get
rid of something that large without someone knowing about It.”
The vehicle’s licence expired in 1981 so police are reasonably certain it is
no longer on the road.
The Taylors, realizing how crucial the recovery of the vehicle is to solving
the riddle of their son, periodically take out newspaper ads offering a $100
reward for anyone finding it.
There has been no response.
With so little to go on, the investigation has centered on standard checks -
passport office, Revenue Canada, Unemployment Insurance. Granger’s name has
been put on the national police computer system. And the motor vehicle branch
in Victoria has been alerted in case Granger’s driver’s licence, which expires
this October, is renewed.
The last anyone recalled seeing Granger was early Saturday evening, Nov. 29,
1980, when he stopped in at Bob’s Grill in Duncan for supper. He was a regular
at the roadside diner.
Linda Baron was working in the kitchen. She saw him enter and take a table by
himself. She couldn’t recall any conversation, but Granger was the quiet type
anyway.
She remembered he wore a brown knitted sweater zipped up front, a black
T-shirt (he was never without), jeans and logger boots. He didn’t have his
winter coat. Strangely, Taylor discovered the coat a couple of days later
inside the sturdy doghouse that Granger built for his huge Newfoundland dog,
Lady.
Granger left around 6:30 p.m.
That night a storm struck the central part of the Island. Hurricane winds were
reported in Port Alberni. Power was knocked out in several locations,
including Duncan.
Granger would have been hard to miss in any crowd.
Built like a bull, he weighed 120 kilos and was as fit as a wrestler. Indeed,
he was a wrestling buff and even had his own ring on the farm. According to
Taylor, the well-known Canadian wrestler Gene Kinisky once paid a visit.
Granger’s shyness, self-effacing manner and introspective nature earned him
the sobriquet of Gentle
Ben. But what really set him apart was his exceptional ability to fix anything
mechanical.
“I guess you could call him an eccentric genius,” long-time friend Bob Nielsen
said.
Even Granger’s teenage accomplishments were impressive.
At 14 he made himself a one-cylinder car. It’s now in the Duncan Forest Museum
directly across the lake from the Taylor farm.
At 17 he overhauled a bulldozer that no one else had been able to repair.
He restored an old steam locomotive that he hauled from the bush. It’s in the
museum, too.
He even built an airplane, a replica of a Kitty Hawk warplane that for a
couple of years was mounted outside a store on the Island Highway just south
of Duncan.
A Manitoba restorer of vintage aircraft bought it in 1981 for $20,000. The
Taylors put the money in Granger’s bank account and there it waits, collecting
interest. The balance now totals around $30,000, including other savings he
had on hand.
A Grade 8 drop-out, Granger got his first job with a neighbor as a mechanic’s
helper. After a year or so, he quit to go on his own. He never worked for
anyone else.
At one point he got his pilot’s licence and bought a plane with a partner.
In the late ‘70s Granger, a keen believer in UFOs, built a spaceship out of
two large satellite receiving dishes which he welded together.
His father said it took him six or seven months to complete the project.
He spent hours sitting in the contraption. He slept in it on occasion, too.
Granger was obsessed with finding out how spaceships were powered.
All of his friends knew of his interest. It was one subject about which
Granger was never reticent about talking.
A month before he disappeared he told Nielsen he had had contact with some
other being.
“He said it happened when he was in bed,” Nielsen recalled. “He lay there and
got mental communications with somebody from another galaxy.”
“He couldn’t see them. I said they can’t just be mental, but he said it was
like they were talking just to him and to his mind. He was asking questions
about the means for powering their crafts. The only thing they’d tell him was
it was magnetic.”
A few days later Granger mentioned he’d been invited to go on a trip through
the solar system. He would know at the end of the month where and when he’d be
picked up.
Granger was thrilled, Nielsen said. A week before he left he took several of
his friends out on the town. It was sort of a going-away party.
“Everyone thought the trip was just a dream,” said Nielsen.
They humored him. But nobody entirely discounted Granger’s stories. “He was
such an unusual sort of guy,” Nielsen said.
Granger didn’t reveal details of the rendezvous to anybody.
The night before he left he went into his father’s bedroom and had a long talk
with him about how grateful he was for all Taylor had done for him. Granger
was a stepson but that distinction had never mattered in the past. His mother
was in Hawaii, her first holiday in years. She’s never completely forgiven
herself for being away at this critical time.
Granger left two wills with detailed instructions to his parents on what to do
with his possessions. The word “deceased” was scratched out and substituted
with “departed.”
There are those who believe Granger went on his space trip.
John Magor of Duncan is one. He’s a UFO devotee who once edited his own
quarterly magazine on the subject.
In the past five years or so he’s heard of at least 20 sightings on southern
Vancouver Island, he said, many from the Mount Prevost area. (Mt. Waterloo is
just a bit farther west.)
There have been reported cases of aliens taking humans on rides in saucers in
other parts of the world; why not here, then? he mused.
Dr. Max Edwards, a linguist and former professor at the University of
Victoria, is another believer. He’s devoted years of scholarly research to the
phenomenon.
The Island is not on the favored route taken by saucers that girdle the globe,
he said. Sightings here are relatively rare but that doesn’t mean they don’t
occur, nor does it mean that Granger wasn’t telling the truth.
The simple truth is no one knows the answer.
“I can hardly believe Granger’s off in a spaceship,” his father said.
“But if there is a flying object out there, he’s the one to find it.”
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