This is the transcription of a dream I recorded on the 40th anniversary of Hiroshima. In it, Patrick was living next door to me but didn’t say so.
Dear visitors, I promise to continue adding content as time allows. I’ve been sidetracked with some web site work and software development projects for clients. I just finished another enhancement for a Calibration Log tool used by a manufacturing company. That program is used to make sure their equipment is maintained and certified to current (more)
A couple of loose pages I found that describes Patrick and Mari’s arrival in Germany. This would have probably been 1962 or ’63 I think. I found this in the folder titled Bohemians of the Tramatura although the story has nothing to do with Spain. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Here’s a sketch about growing up in West Virginia, found in the Bohemians of the Tramatura folder. Patrick mentions his brother Jack, who had a combination safe at the age of 11. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Aunt Sue sent this poem (author unknown) to Patrick a few months before he died. It looks like one of those memes that gets passed around, but I understand the sentiment. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Another story, incomplete, from more loose pages, torn from a spiral notebook, found in the Bohemians of the Tramantura folder. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Patrick saved this letter from his sister Sue dated 30 Sep 1993. How long ago it all seems now. Most of it will be interesting only to family and genealogists but some of you may appreciate it. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
This appears to be an early draft of Patrick’s story about Norman Yanikun, which I’m including because it may include additional details of interest to Norman’s family. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Here’s a newsy letter from Patrick to his mother dated 21 April 1993, written shortly after her second husband passed away. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
A lovely note and photos from Gabriel Martí Borràs, along with pictures from a concert in the Deia church.
Three photos of their earliest days together.
Thoughts of Patrick’s passing on the third anniversary of his death.
The Reverend Dr. Huber was well-loved by the university students who made up most of his congregation. He was, as a Presbyterian, more intellectually inclined than his counterpart in the Baptist church, more liberal than the Methodist. He was the dynamo powering the Tuesday Coffee Hour, where you might hear a professor read from Finnegan’s (more)
Here’s a story about tattoo collectors.
A memory of a visit by Patrick in which he helped me with a tree.