I found two short pieces of Patrick’s involving Xingo. Here’s the first: The Spanish Civil War officially ended in 1939, but unofficially went on for many decades. Especially in the Basque country, dissidents fought a continuous battle of resistance. Two brothers from Bilbao became members of the feared and despised Guardia Civil, but luckily for […]
As I’ve mentioned more than once, the Basmati Bangladeshi/Indian restaurant was one of Patrick’s favorites, a delightful place with exquisite food. It was natural that we held a luncheon in Patrick’s honor there in 2017, and every visit I’ve made to Mallorca before and since has always included at least one meal there. Sadly, I […]
My dad Patrick was a man of the arts with an appreciation for science. My dad John was a man of science with an appreciation for the arts. As a result, their nature combined with the artistic talents of both my moms, I naturally have an appreciation for both. All of this is a preface […]
I do miss Patrick. (Sorry for the waste of your bandwidth.) JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
No, these are not Patrick’s thoughts of the subject. Instead he was mentioned on Wikipedia for his work with Coleridge-Taylor’s music. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Coleridge-Taylor#Posthumous_publishing Perhaps a Wikipedia page should be created for Patrick and Stephanie. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Basmati Restaurant Selling Antiques First off, here’s a link to a story. If you can possibly help, please do so. I’ll explain in a moment. https://www.majorcadailybulletin.com/news/local/2021/02/09/78901/mallorca-coronavirus-basmati-restaurant.html One of Patrick’s favorite restaurants was Basmati in Palma. Every time I visited we made a point of visiting at least once and sometimes more often. When other relatives […]
Patrick met Harlan Ellison while attending a Clarion Writer’s Workshop. The famed writer liked Patrick’s work and recommended him to Ed Ferman, then editor of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. Long overdue in my reading of this magazine (I began my subscription around 1974), I’ve been catching up at last, at least with […]
Here’s the transcript of a dream I had exactly one year ago. It started with Patrick before morphing into a travel dream. It’s presented here for your amusement. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I sent this to Patrick on New Year’s Eve 2015 and just came across it again. Perhaps you’ll be entertained as well. It’s short, but densely packed with musical humor. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I received this note from a private collector who has one of Norman’s paintings, shown here. I am sharing with their permission. As you’ve read recently, Patrick’s story about Norman has helped reconnect some long-lost family members. This information further extends the tale. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
For personal reasons I won’t be updating this site very much for the next few weeks. I still have a wealth of material to share, but the time to process it, format it for the web site, double check for duplication, and manage the underlying file system, all requires more than I can do right […]
My grandson turned 1 three weeks ago and looked so dapper in his first birthday outfit. The suspenders made him doubly so, reminding me of Patrick. Here are the three of us making our fashion statements. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Patrick sent me this list of viola jokes back around 2014 or earlier. These originally came from MIT. In 2017 he and I had a conversation about this list of jokes, which has been posted on this site. FROM THE ORIGINAL EDITOR: Note: I’m moving a few things around to make maintenance of these pages […]
This is Cassandra’s favorite story about Patrick and Stephanie, as told to us on 4 July 2019. I subsequently realized that Patrick wrote a tangentially related story called Oktav, the story of the harpsichord. It’s interesting to compare the two tales. Cassandra, Ed, and their son Jason were living on Ibiza, which is a different […]
Don’t be alarmed by the title. I plan to stomp around in the dirt for many, many years to come. However, I think every now and then about Patrick’s stuff and what will happen to it after I’m gone. I’m the last of my branch of the family tree. My marker will likely read “The […]