Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
This is another autobiographical story with a familiar theme–Patrick and Mari’s journey to Izmir, Turkey. I’ve made only minor edits. About nine o’clock in the morning, Mari and I stepped down from the train onto the platform in Istanbul. Beside us were the two bulging suitcases I had wrestled from Luxemburg to Paris, from there […]
I’ve been busy working on a web site for my adopted parents and haven’t had a chance to do much here on Patrick-Meadows.com. My brother Randy has scanned thousands of pictures for the new site from their dozens of photo albums. He also just scanned the attached photos from 20 years ago. Stephanie had been […]
Several years before Patrick died he began sending me manuscripts and documents, boxes of them. During a 2014 visit we discussed these a bit, then shifted gears slightly to my own collection. This is that short recording. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
With so many different memories and images in my head I thought about writing something on Father’s Day, but instead I spent the time with family and watched little Max and his father Aaron together, glad to be part of that family, a designated grandfather through my connection with Jessica. JPI’m the son of Patrick […]
Patrick begins this 2011 recording with thoughts of how to tell his life story and finishes with the way his mom encountered her husband’s mistress. A maroon 1946 Ford is also mentioned. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Patrick saved this letter from his sister Sue dated 30 Sep 1993. How long ago it all seems now. Most of it will be interesting only to family and genealogists but some of you may appreciate it. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
In addition to the letter I received from Little Grandmother (Patrick’s mom), I found this collection in one of his envelopes. They provide a glimpse into Patrick’s West Virginia roots. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I came across this letter from Little Grandmother (Patrick’s mom) while going through some really old boxes of papers. I think it was circa 1991 or ’92 based on the dates of the documents around it. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Scribblings about my origins from over a decade ago, as an exchange between Patrick and myself. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
The Reverend Dr. Huber was well-loved by the university students who made up most of his congregation. He was, as a Presbyterian, more intellectually inclined than his counterpart in the Baptist church, more liberal than the Methodist. He was the dynamo powering the Tuesday Coffee Hour, where you might hear a professor read from Finnegan’s […]
Observations about beliefs in an afterlife, woven around a recent viewing of the movie Ghost and the tropes it employed.
I am sitting at home with a wee bit of scotch in my glass and pork chops in front of me. Even though I’m drinking Glenfiddich instead of Jameson’s, Patrick would appreciate my beverage choice and the fact that I cooked a meal for myself for a change. Before my first sip I raised my […]
A memory of a visit by Patrick in which he helped me with a tree.
Just an observation recorded in the wee hours of January this year, because I tend to overshare. The truth is that in the future, if someone felt like wasting their time by going back and examining my life, they’d would comment that Patrick’s death had a lasting impact on me. JPI’m the son of Patrick […]
It’s Christmas 2019. I’m visiting the kids and grandson. Donna is here too, as is Marc, Aaron’s step-dad. I think it has been raining, but I haven’t looked out the window to check. It’s still dark outside. I’m not the only one awake (Max, at 16 months, is an early riser), but I’m the only […]