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”
I found this story in my archives, dated 1998. Warning: it has some vulgar language and scenes near the end.
She loved mirrors. Every room in the house had two if not three. They were round, oval, square, rectangular, faded, new, clear, gold leaf stained, and cracked. There were fragments of mirrors, and mirrors left over from other people’s bedrooms and bathrooms. The long mirrors were used to check skirt lengths and shoes, the round ones reflected the landscapes outside the window so she wouldn’t have to turn around in the chair if the view was the other way. The were hand mirrors, magnifying mirrors, and mirrors you could no longer see yourself in, so faint was the backing. It is a particularly sobering experience to look into a mirror and see a triangle of cracked plaster where your mouth should be. Continue reading “The House of Mirrors”
Here’s a letter to Patrick (via Compuserve!) from 22 years ago when I was in a dark frame of mind.
FROM: JP, 440201,1234
TO: Patrick, 405101,1234
DATE: 10/21/96 9:51 PM
Sorry I’ve not written lately. I’ve not been in a proper communicative mood, but have instead been operating in the “if nothing nice to say, why whine?” mode.
That’s very thoughtful of what you’d offer for Tom R. Right now I doubt I’d be a good influence, and realistically, I’m probably too unstable right now to be of value to him or you. I rattle against the walls at all hours of the night, banging on the piano, sitting at the computer, or just vegging and moping. If I drank I’d be a great alcoholic. Continue reading “Life, Tom R, and Music”
Here’s a letter I wrote to Pat and Stephanie in early 1991, found in Patrick’s files. Pretty boring stuff, but I do mention John’s death and Mary’s suicide.Continue reading “JP to Patrick and Stephanie (2 Jan 1991)”
Here’s a poem marked “Malaga 1990?” so I’m arbitrarily setting the date to that year.
Here’s an article from El Pais in December 1989 about the chamber orchestra in Granada, which Patrick and Stephanie worked hard to establish.
At least, that’s what I think this article is about. Spanish readers out there: comments? It looks like it’s from Ideal, Diaro Regional de Andalucia and is dated 28 March 1989.
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”
Here’s an article from El Dia de Baleares dates 19 September 1987 featuring a picture of Patrick and Stephanie. Here’s an English translation.