Here’s a short YouTube video showing the place where Patrick’s life ended. He was parked very close to this spot and I have to believe (or want to believe) that despite the pain, he walked the short distance to be here, at this place, with the nightingales singing, before returning to his car and the end.
Here’s a link to the Deia International Music Festival including a photograph of Patrick, and the festival’s dedication to him. Patrick and Stephanie founded this festival almost 40 years ago. The festival continues to bring wonderful musicians and selections to Son Marriog in the village of Deia.
I am honoured that JP has asked me to make a contribution to this web site. Patrick was an extraordinary man and to do justice to his character, personality and kind-heartedness would take a literary talent far greater than mine. Patrick undoubtedly possessed such a gift and I shudder to think what he’d make of my efforts but I’ll give it my best shot. Continue reading “Lionel’s Reflections”
I’ve created a new category and menu item for recordings of conversations I’ve had with Patrick from over the years and added a few items, including some humor, some philosophical musings about the end, and his recommendation for a film by Francesca Joseph. Continue reading “Conversational Recordings Added”
Today I uploaded several short stories that Patrick had published in the late 1960’s/early 1970’s. You can find them in the Stories category of this site. They are time-stamped with the month and year of publication.
I have just completed the initial setup of the Patrick-Meadows.com web site, which is dedicated to Patrick and Stephanie.
Over time the site’s content will grow with more pictures and stories, but for now, there are just a few items posted.
Alison has the necessary access rights to add content as well, and Alison has agreed to manage it over the long haul.
People have asked why our family has so many different last names. Even Patrick’s last name is not that of his father.
For my sisters and aunt it’s easy because of marriages. In my (JP’s) case, I was adopted by my maternal grandparents when I was 12 years old. (Somewhere in my files I still have the letter from Patrick approving the adoption.)
As for Patrick, the West Virginia clerk misspelled it on his birth certificate in 1934 but he didn’t discover it until 1961 when he applied for his first passport.
Thanks to Bill Zick for his support and for spreading the news on the AfriClassical site.