No, these are not Patrick’s thoughts of the subject. Instead he was mentioned on Wikipedia for his work with Coleridge-Taylor’s music. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Coleridge-Taylor#Posthumous_publishing Perhaps a Wikipedia page should be created for Patrick and Stephanie. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Basmati Restaurant Selling Antiques First off, here’s a link to a story. If you can possibly help, please do so. I’ll explain in a moment. https://www.majorcadailybulletin.com/news/local/2021/02/09/78901/mallorca-coronavirus-basmati-restaurant.html One of Patrick’s favorite restaurants was Basmati in Palma. Every time I visited we made a point of visiting at least once and sometimes more often. When other relatives (more)
Here’s a conversation with Patrick about learning how to really listen to music. It was recorded in his living room on 19 November 2011, near 11 PM. PM: ….. was a great moment for me ……… a few years back, I went to, to hear Rostropovich conducting. I think it’s called the Leningrad Symphony of (more)
Knowing that there is a maximum of 366 days in a year, it’s natural that given enough time there would be overlaps in events, and so there are. For example, my first day as a racetrack volunteer happened to fall on Gretchen’s birthday. On the fifth anniversary of my dad John’s death–a personal low in (more)
Patrick met Harlan Ellison while attending a Clarion Writer’s Workshop. The famed writer liked Patrick’s work and recommended him to Ed Ferman, then editor of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. Long overdue in my reading of this magazine (I began my subscription around 1974), I’ve been catching up at last, at least with (more)
Three and a half years ago–well, if you’re familiar with this site you know what happened. It’s no secret that I think of my dad Patrick often, and miss him, and–you know, all that stuff. Today however is a bigger milestone. Thirty years ago today my dad John passed away. JPI’m the son of Patrick (more)
Patrick would be laughing like crazy because I have been cooking so much since February. He always tried to get me to learn to cook, but I like eating in restaurants too much and it felt like too much trouble to do it for just one person, even though that’s what he did. Anyway, I (more)
I found this old XyWrite file on my computer recently, tucked away in a backup folder for one computer inside the backup of another computer inside the backup of my current computer. It was dated 9 Dec 1988, exactly 32 years ago. Wow. Dear Pat and Stephanie, Things, as always, have been hectic here. My (more)
Happy Thanksgiving to all. I am reminded of an earlier time. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Of the various awards I’ve earned over the years, the badges of honor that mean the most to me now are the titles “Granddaddy” and “Uncle JP.” As I write this I’m in Florida in that latter role while Abby deals with the sudden and unexpected loss of Rui, my niece’s new dad. I’m here (more)
It’s really hard to say goodbye sometimes. Years ago my sister Heather said that it’s sad when we lose a member of the family, but it’s especially sad when we lose “one of the good ones.” Therefore I am deeply saddened to report that we had a death in our family yesterday, one of the (more)
I found several versions of this letter from December 2006 to March 2010, but the differences were mostly cosmetic. This is pasted from the 2010 version. Around St. Patrick´s day 1976, I left Tampa with my five year old daughter. We returned to Mallorca where she was born. Dear Stephanie. You always believed in something (more)
This is another autobiographical story with a familiar theme–Patrick and Mari’s journey to Izmir, Turkey. I’ve made only minor edits. About nine o’clock in the morning, Mari and I stepped down from the train onto the platform in Istanbul. Beside us were the two bulging suitcases I had wrestled from Luxemburg to Paris, from there (more)
Here’s another letter to Patrick I found in the backup (Planck) of a backup (Fourier) of a backup (GWG6) folder, originally a XyWrite file dated 20 February 1988. It includes a challenge to help me find a job in Spain, and to develop an app to transmit music between computers via phone connections. (Of course, (more)
I can’t find the original postcard, but here are the contents of a XyWrite file I just stumbled across that was used to print it. It was dated 8 August 1988. Thought you’d enjoy my first record. [A 45 RPM disc with two songs about racing.] The racetrack has been my surrogate girlfriend these past (more)