A Portrait from Memory
An undated poem, probably from the 1970s, about a violinist.
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
An undated poem, probably from the 1970s, about a violinist.
A short poem from Galilea, October 1971.
Short poem from October 1971.
A short scene study of Patrick’s home town including a few characters that would fit in a classic western.
Robert Graves was a famous author who made his home in Deia and was a celebrity there. Patrick wrote this long piece about their meeting in 2014. I’ve also included some out-takes at the end of the main story.
Patrick reflects on a recurring dream about a house in West Virginia and an old woman with a big book.
Here’s an autobiographic segment about Patrick’s childhood neighborhood in Florida interspersed with flashbacks to less distant times. There are some moments of graphic language.
Patrick describes a trip to visit cousins when he was almost eleven, and concludes with a list a topics that were other West Virginia stories he wanted to write.
This story paints, in very broad strokes, Patrick’s take on meeting my mom, getting married, and becoming a parent. Although Patrick titled this piece Havana, that Cuban city is referenced only in passing.
This is a conversation describing what would have been part of his unfinished book “Bohemians of the Tramantura.“ Patrick: Let’s see, I think I’ve got this all written down, I don’t know why I’m telling it. Stephanie came to Mallorca before I did, with the idea of, with her husband, buying the house next door […]
Here’s a 2014 recording of a conversation about friends and family and the choices we make, Patrick said “Choose the people that are important in your life.” It’s good to hear his voice again.
I have found myself of late with a sort of refrain in my head, often repeated aloud (when I am alone) “My heart” is the refrain, always seeing her in the garden, in the countryside, in the car.
This long recording (almost 20 minutes) from 9 November 2012 is too large to upload to this web site, but here is an imperfect transcription. UPDATE on 17 Nov 2022: I was able to use a different approach to upload the audio, so you can hear his voice once more, telling this story. The recording […]
If you have read the earlier posting Our Stories Intertwine Like a Kitten’s Yarn, you know about Patrick and Donna’s trip to Cuba in 1955. In October 2014 during our trip to Prescott, we had a longer conversation about it, recorded in two parts. Here I’ve combined the two transcriptions into one. In this conversation […]
That dog at the corner. I always forget he is there, just about eye level, waiting to bark right into my ear, scaring the pants off me every time. Today as I started off on my walk, for once I remembered he would be there and I picked up a branch left by the crew […]