In memory of Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard
Letters to and from Patrick from over the years. I am attempting to remove last names in the interest of privacy. Many of his old letters are undated. When that happens I make an educated guess (in terms of posting dates for this web site) but I could be wildly off in some cases.
Letter from Patrick to Fred on 7 Nov 1982, in which he talks about the work on the house that Stephanie and he bought, and poetry, and his book on Dr. Weightnovel (never completed, still being developed when he died 35 years later), and the acquisition of a hernia in July 1982.
Here is the boat I bought for 500 dollars in Izmir. The first day out, after getting her fixed up, a storm tore up the mainsail and blew us onto a sand reef. The captain of the fishing boat who pulled usoff lost a finger in the winch. We (bandmaster Billy Bielmeir and I) spent the night in the bar of a safe harbor, while helicopters andrescue people searched after the storm cleared. The next day we tied up what was left of the mains’l and using that and the jib, we limpedback to the yacht club in Izmir. Meanwhile the newspaper AKSAM hadreported us lost at sea and supposed dead. The photo shows Mari receiving the news. Continue reading “Lost at Sea and Supposed Dead”
In response to a YouTube video called Rules for Rulers, Patrick responded on 16 Nov ‘ 16:
Pretty good video. But democracy has one big problem.
If you can keep people dumb with entertainment, and make them think what you want, you control everything without giving true rewards in proportion to the value of the normal person – if they can’t think, they won’t get what they want or need, but will blame it on somebody else.
It’s like dictating what you have to think.
Oh well, I don’t know why the mob prefers football to understanding life a little bit.
Found in my e-mail, this was part of a collection of things Patrick sent me called “You Never Know.” This segment is dated 19 April 2006.
My first impulse when Stephanie died was to dump everything – after 29 years together, the accumulated baggage was overwhelming. Not only physical objects – the house was full of papers, clothing, furniture – but memories, in the form of thousands of photos and such simple things as the arrangement of towels on the rack.
Patrick and Lee traveled to Oregon after high school. Here’s a story fragment about the experience. He references the Seventh Day Adventist religious group, but he’s actually describing the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a different Christian sect. The fragment is from a collection called “You Never Know” that Patrick sent me on 11 Aug ’15.
South of Eureka, a van distributing bakery goods picked us up.
I approach eighty living on this beautiful island, and probably will finish up here. Over half my life I have been living here in paradise. To get here and stay here I sinned a lot, but it has been worth it. Unless, of course, when I quit this world I have to pay for those sins, as at least one of my daughters seems to believe.
Nobody really knows about that, I suppose. And in any case there’s nothing to change the past, and I’m not one to look for forgiveness, so I will just have to face the music.
Fred Young and Patrick were fast friends, deep friends, unending friends, for many years. Many of his letters, and those to him from Patrick, reflected their mutual zest for life, appreciation of the arts, and passion. Patrick had saved this obituary in his files, important enough to keep after downsizing most other things. I present it here to add context to the many letters that have been (and will be) posted. Continue reading “Obituary for Fred Young”
Here’s a letter from 12 December 1987 (has it really been 30 years?!) that I found in my files, in which Patrick proposes software that recognizes a tune and tells you the name and title. Today there’s a program called Shazam that does exactly that, albeit with a better interface than Patrick proposed. Continue reading “Patrick’s Music Recognition Software Idea from 1987”