Barefoot and Pregnant

Here’s the transcription of a conversation with Patrick about my mom and some other family members, recorded on 18 March 2017 in a very noisy restaurant. If there’s interest, I’ll convert the audio file to YouTube so you can hear it.

Patrick: One of the stories I haven’t really worked on, but I’ve got the title: “Barefoot and Pregnant.”

JP: Okay

Patrick: That’s what John Dillon said when he was introduced to me. Continue reading “Barefoot and Pregnant”

How Patrick Ended Up In College

Transcription of a conversation with Patrick on 2 October 2014 during the drive to the 2014 Prescott Rally, talking about how he managed to get into college and how he met my mom Donna.

JP: You were talking about Florida State.

Patrick: I had no idea I was going to go to college. Never occurred to me to think to go to college. In Winter Park High School for some reason, unknown to anybody, I was in the 98th percentile in that test they give you at the end. The principal called me in and he suggested that I consider college and he talked to the band leader—I was the captain of the band and assistant director of the male chorus for the choir, and I’d been playing piano with a group in high school—so they thought that— Continue reading “How Patrick Ended Up In College”

Conversation about Meeting Donna

Here’s a transcription of a conversation between Patrick and JP on 16 Nov 2011 at a restaurant. The audio file is too large to post on this site. If there’s interest I’ll see about adding it to YouTube.

JD: Well Donna was seventeen, right? I think, she went to school …

PM: When was she born? I don’t know.

JP: I think she was born in ’38 which would make her 16. Continue reading “Conversation about Meeting Donna”

Lost at Sea and Supposed Dead

Here’s a photo of the Zambak, a newspaper clipping (incomplete) about the episode with a picture of Mari on the cover, and some e-mail exchanges explaining more of what happened.

There is a fuller story he sent me on 25 Dec 2013 that you might enjoy.

The Zambak

Patrick wrote the following back-story:

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 us off lost a finger in the winch.  We (bandmaster Billy Bielmeir and I) spent the night in the bar of a safe harbor, while helicopters and rescue 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 limped back to the yacht club in Izmir.  Meanwhile the newspaper AKSAM had reported us lost at sea and supposed dead.  The photo shows Mari receiving the news.  Continue reading “Lost at Sea and Supposed Dead”