Frederick Bybee

I have very fond memories of Fred Bybee or 'Mr Bybee' as we knew him in high school. Many times, we would come over to his house with several friends to visit Ann. He always took the time to sit and speak with us as 'one of the guys'. I never saw him as the parent of one of my friends but as a true friend himself. Although we did not speak after I graduated from high school, the memories of him will always remain. He will be missed.

God bless you Mr Bybee

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may...