In this transcription of a recording, Patrick talked about cars and jobs in the late 1950s. The recording is from 19 November 2011 when I visited him in Spain. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Patrick begins this 2011 recording with thoughts of how to tell his life story and finishes with the way his mom encountered her husband’s mistress. A maroon 1946 Ford is also mentioned. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Here’s a short, short story of Patrick’s from 1997 about a piper, a kangaroo, and a mousetrap.
Scribblings about my origins from over a decade ago, as an exchange between Patrick and myself. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
This is an alternate version of Patrick’s autobiographical story East End, a bit more crude, as found in As Chance Would Have It. The one posted earlier was likely submitted for publication. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
A story drawn from Patrick’s childhood about an older boy and other neighbor kids.
As Chance Would Have ItorThe Adventitious Life Here are the first two chapters of As Chance Would Have It, titled 1934 and 1937, though the story line extends beyond these dates. I’ve included the prefacing quotes as well. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Many years before I ever hear of the Beat Generation, or even Jack Kerouac in particular, I am on the road. In 1953 I am 19 years old. With Lee Liming we leave Winter Park for Oregon to work in the Coos Bay Lumber camp. In 1958 I am living not far from Kerouac, and (more)
This is the transcript of a 12-minute conversation with Patrick, recorded on 8 Oct 2014. Man, I love hearing his voice. The recording is way too long to post here, unfortunately, so you’ll just have to imagine the sounds of our laughter over the clinking of frequently refilled scotch glasses, the zoom-zoom noises he used (more)
Observations about beliefs in an afterlife, woven around a recent viewing of the movie Ghost and the tropes it employed.
Here’s a story about tattoo collectors.
I am sitting at home with a wee bit of scotch in my glass and pork chops in front of me. Even though I’m drinking Glenfiddich instead of Jameson’s, Patrick would appreciate my beverage choice and the fact that I cooked a meal for myself for a change. Before my first sip I raised my (more)
Carol wrote Modular Story a couple of days after Patrick’s death. It moved me again tonight so I’m sharing it with you now as part of my “revisiting” group. Carol
Much of Spanish life revolves around meal time, special shared moments of breaking bread, drinking wine, and discussing the latest news. In Yesterday We Were Eight I describe a very special meal at Basmati, one of Patrick’s favorite restaurants, with some of his dearest friends. I intend to return to Mallorca one day soon. When (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)