Maxime Ernest Bibaud


My Dad was also musically gifted and could play - by ear - any instrument he picked up. The music you hear playing in the background is one of the many beats he loved to play. This piece is called "In The Mood". The piano just sang under his touch.

I remember the day he taught me the bass (left hand) to this song. It was the day my imagination took over. Dad encouraged me to change the music as I felt, and, oh boy, did I do that.



Dad always had his heart set on farming, and in the early years set out to homestead. Interfering circumstances prevented him from fulfilling his dream. He did not let age stop him, and in his late fifties he again pursued his desire. Although it would never be homesteading on the scale he had imagined, he cleared a few acres of land and built a large one-roomed house, which would later become the storage shed. He dowsed for water and dug his own well.


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The house Dad renovated


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