Patrick’s Recollections of Childhood

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.

I remember my father as a thin man with a widow’s peak, his fine black hair slicked back over his skull. He could see almost nothing without his spectacles, rimless, as thick as the bottom of a pop bottle. Continue reading “Patrick’s Recollections of Childhood”

High School Pictures of Patrick and Friends

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.

He has also forwarded some stories that I’ll upload later. He reports that he is the tall one in to pictures, and Pat’s brother Jack is present in some of these. Continue reading “High School Pictures of Patrick and Friends”

As Some Things Come to a Close

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Patrick’s Ashes near Portixol

As in life, death’s tasks appear unending, a long scroll seeming to loop back on itself yet eventually winding down to nothing.

As I tackle the many items on the checklist, ticking off each action, trivial or major, a glimmer of finality peeks through, like pinholes of light in a player piano’s roll. Yes, the list is long. Perhaps months or years of effort lie ahead, yet there is an end–somewhere–even should it be completed only with my own distant ending. Continue reading “As Some Things Come to a Close”

Pat and Stephanie at JP and Donna’s Wedding

Web Site Created

I have just completed the initial setup of the Patrick-Meadows.com web site, which is dedicated to Patrick and Stephanie.

Over time the site’s content will grow with more pictures and stories, but for now, there are just a few items posted.

Alison and Jennifer both have the necessary access rights to add content as well, and Alison has agreed to manage it over the long haul.

Different Last Names

People have asked why our family has so many different last names. Even Patrick’s last name is not that of his father.

For my sisters and aunt it’s easy because of marriages. In my (JP’s) case, I was adopted by my maternal grandparents when I was 12 years old. (Somewhere in my files I still have the letter from Patrick approving the adoption.)

As for Patrick, the West Virginia clerk misspelled it on his birth certificate in 1934 but he didn’t discover it until 1961 when he applied for his first passport.