Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
Thursday I am pointlessly staring at my tea, now only a stain at the bottom of the mug. So I glance at my reflection in the glass door of the dish cupboard opposite the table where I am sitting already quite a while. Reflected is the window behind me, through which I see that the (more)
The joy had gone out of her life ten years ago already. Why pretend? Her friends tried to cheer her up, but stubbornly she held onto her empty life and empty house and empty bed. In fact she came to resent the happiness of others. Only the firmest of old acquaintances persisted, inviting her twice (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
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.
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)
“If not for the beautifully written piece, Naomi and I would not have found each other. Thank you. Thank your father from beyond for us, please!” Unlike some other web sites of mine, I have no misgivings about hosting and developing patrick-meadows.com. This site gives insight into our families, shares examples of Patrick and Stephanie’s (more)
Our daddy bought a piece of land on Lee Road that had, until then, been a watermelon patch, and on weekends he proceeded to build a four-room house. The previous owner was Lee Rhodes, who lived with his wife Carlee, on our right. His son Bill lived on our left with his wife Lorena. Over (more)
Scene: A little church in the depths of upper Catalonia. Situated in a village of some six thousand souls. Following the rule of thumb, that’s approximately one per cent of any population has a passion for what is called classical music, the turnout for this afternoon concert was well attended indeed – at least four (more)
I found this a while ago and posted the letter that was attached to this story, but failed to share the story itself, an error remedied here. By the way the letter concluded with: When you’re sitting down, with coffee & cigarette, anything seems possible. 1 From his mother’s house in Salisbury, Fred called his (more)
Patrick describes an encounter between two women in the early 1980’s.
Picture, if you will, wheat brought in carts by burros to the two mills in a mountain village. One mill is in the lower part of the village, another half the way up to the center where you find the butcher, the baker, the three competing bars, and Town Hall. Each mill has its clients, (more)
Found this in Patrick’s files, which he’d saved from e-mail dated 7 Jan 2014. (The file is dated 27 Mar 2014.) The subject line read: RECETA DE CAROL. Here’s the recipe . It makes 2 bread loaf sized loaves, so you may want to halve it. Or, it also freezes fine for another meal. 2 (more)