Letter from Patrick of 21 March 1986, about five weeks before I went to Europe for the first time. I believe he refers to my story The Eyes Have It, which was never published.
Here’s a letter to a sister, dated 11 Feb 2015. He mentions Bob Dreicer, who died a couple of days earlier, Suzy, Frank, and of course Stephanie. There are several poetic lines, including “We use to scoop all that scenery up together. “
Thanks for the fotos.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too.
Any news from the happy couple?
After two days under snow, the sun is back and only the peaks are white. A couple of nights it was below freezing. Yesterday 80ª on my terrace midday. 55º at night.
The ole rheumatiz is kicking up.
My oldest (since 1961) friend Robert Dreicer died in Florence a couple days ago. 86. Broke his leg just walking in the street, got stuck in the hospital for a month and a half and never got out. Bronchitis, emphysema, pneumonia – the usual.Continue reading “Life Was Twice as Beautiful with Stephanie”
Not much here, but it’s pretty…. my 1984 birthday card from Patrick.
Letter from Fred to Patrick, dated 4 March 1971 (48 years ago today), that closes with a reference to the fetus that would become my sister Allison.
This is a letter from Fred to Patrick and Lois, dated 19 Sep 1971. Much of it relates to writing and manuscripts that are in the works. As usual, click on the image for a possibly larger version.Continue reading “Yesterday I Bought Brown Envelope”
Here’s a letter from Fred to Patrick, probably 1963. Perhaps the date could be made more exact if we knew when Ann B was born since she is referenced here.
The letter includes a poetry critique, some personal observations, and mentions several friends including Bob and Edmund.
Completely unrelated. I just transcribed the recording about how Patrick learned Spanish.
As usual, click on an image to see a larger version.Continue reading “I Sail for Naples”
Another letter from Patrick, this one dated 17 March 1975. Those were desperate times for me, but how much they shaped my future I can’t say.
Patrick sent me this post card in July 1975, trying to reach me in Phoenix. As a result, we reconnected in person after a decade’s absence. I was 19.
That summer trip and the events that followed deserve several chapters in a book I’ll likely never write.
Here’s a letter that my dad John wrote to my dad Patrick, in which he describes his hope that Patrick can regain custody of Jennifer and Gretchen.
Here’s the first of many letters I referenced in the New Year’s Eve 2018 post. I feel badly for my mom. She really, really had it rough her whole life. I believe if you click on the images you will be able to see a larger version of each.