Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
Today is Patrick’s 87th birthday. Last night, I watched again the Memorial Service in Deia, listened again to him describing how the point of his life was to meet Stephanie, and watched again a short video shot near the place he died, to reflect again on the beauty of the setting where he chose to […]
The episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation I saw last night involved the loss of a father. Since today is the fourth anniversary of Patrick’s death, I found the coincidence curious. I have been meaning to write on this day, about that event, but as usual words failed to materialize. I was talking with […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, 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
Stephanie and I made a little world and we lived in it. A long goodbye. My life is in tatters. Yours has ended. So sorry. This short poem is from a collection Patrick called Scattered Notes.odt dated from 2014 to 2016. I’ll continue to add other segments as time allows. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. […]
Thursday I am pointlessly staring at my tea, now only a stain at the bottom of the mug. So I glance at my reflection in the glass door of the dish cupboard opposite the table where I am sitting already quite a while. Reflected is the window behind me, through which I see that the […]
The joy had gone out of her life ten years ago already. Why pretend? Her friends tried to cheer her up, but stubbornly she held onto her empty life and empty house and empty bed. In fact she came to resent the happiness of others. Only the firmest of old acquaintances persisted, inviting her twice […]
Here’s another letter to Patrick I found in the backup (Planck) of a backup (Fourier) of a backup (GWG6) folder, originally a XyWrite file dated 20 February 1988. It includes a challenge to help me find a job in Spain, and to develop an app to transmit music between computers via phone connections. (Of course, […]
Dear visitors, I promise to continue adding content as time allows. I’ve been sidetracked with some web site work and software development projects for clients. I just finished another enhancement for a Calibration Log tool used by a manufacturing company. That program is used to make sure their equipment is maintained and certified to current […]
A couple of loose pages I found that describes Patrick and Mari’s arrival in Germany. This would have probably been 1962 or ’63 I think. I found this in the folder titled Bohemians of the Tramatura although the story has nothing to do with Spain. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Here’s a sketch about growing up in West Virginia, found in the Bohemians of the Tramatura folder. Patrick mentions his brother Jack, who had a combination safe at the age of 11. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Aunt Sue sent this poem (author unknown) to Patrick a few months before he died. It looks like one of those memes that gets passed around, but I understand the sentiment. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Another story, incomplete, from more loose pages, torn from a spiral notebook, found in the Bohemians of the Tramantura folder. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com