Pea Ridge
A short scene study of Patrick’s home town including a few characters that would fit in a classic western.
Author: Patrick
Patrick Meadows 1934 - 2017.
Meeting Robert
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.
Recurring Dream
Patrick reflects on a recurring dream about a house in West Virginia and an old woman with a big book.
Stanley Street
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.
June Bug
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.
Havana
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.
Stephanie Came to Buy the McKinley House
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 […]
On Tribes and Family
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.
“My Heart” Is the Refrain (e-Mail)
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.
Meeting Stephanie, the Story of Lois and her Boyfriends, and More
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 […]
Born on Borrowed Time
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
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 […]
Floccillation
He does so much nit-picking he has been diagnosed with floccillation of the brain. Pat and Mike strode in step down the cobbled lanes of the hamlet. “Why does it have to be like it is?” Pat mused out loud. “Garbage on the streets. Garbage on the air waves. Garbage in outer space. Garbage in […]
Meeting Fred
Nobody said everything, or anything, for that matter, but we all tried. Fred, Zen, Robert, Milo, Barbara, Tony, Ruthven, Barry, Eivin, Alastair. Certain encounters change the course of one’s life. You might not recognize that until much later, but eventually, upon reflection, it becomes obvious. Such was that moment in the faculty room of the […]
Phil Anders
Phil Anders, now entering his eighties, often wondered whether his name had predestined him to the life he had led. Of course he was already in his late teens when he recognized the implications, but since then he had lived up to the meaning of the word philander. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com