Patrick sent this story to me almost 20 years ago, in 1998. It’s a bit of a disjointed, free-flowing, stream-of-consciousness kind of thing, autobiographical and focused on his childhood and his family members, but its tone turns regretful near the end. I haven’t edited out the typos and such yet.
Mother is Gin. Father is Paul. My brother is Jack, my sister Sue, and I am Pat.
Imagine Pat, Dave Wade, George Sikorsky, Toby Knowles, and me in the living room of a basement apartment listening to plastic disks of jazz and other stuff. I remember particularly the operetta, Golden Apple and we were all taken by the lyrics of Lazy Afternoon. Then someone would chime, “It’s Mecca Time” and we went out into the night the couple blocks to be sure we could get our last snack before the coffee shop closed.
Patrick’s friend from Winter Park High School and Florida State University, Lee Liming, sent me these pictures to include on the web site. Lee also traveled with Patrick to Oregon to be a lumberjack, then on to San Francisco and so on.
A kind note from Wiesbaden, who worked with Patrick without ever meeting him.
Dear John Patrick,
With deep regret we learned about your father’s death.
Although we never met in person we always enjoyed working with him and greatly valued our cooperation. All of us at HARRASSOWITZ who had the privilege to work with your father would like to extend our sincere sympathy at your loss.
Please accept our warmest condolences to you at this difficult time.
Eva Tiemann and colleagues from the HARRASSOWITZ Music Department
thank you very much for your message. We are very sad to learn about the death of your father Patrick. We have known each other for many years. My wife Maria and I have been visiting your parents very often during the 90th. We got along very well and remember many cheerful evenings an also concerts we visited together. Patrick will stay in our memory and we are very glad that we had the opportunity of getting to know him.