Tattoo
Here’s a story about tattoo collectors.
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
Stories and publications written or inspired by Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard. Some were published, others were not.
Here’s a story about tattoo collectors.
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 […]
Carol wrote Modular Story a couple of days after Patrick’s death. It moved me again tonight so I’m sharing it with you now as part of my “revisiting” group.
Much of Spanish life revolves around meal time, special shared moments of breaking bread, drinking wine, and discussing the latest news. In Yesterday We Were Eight I describe a very special meal at Basmati, one of Patrick’s favorite restaurants, with some of his dearest friends. I intend to return to Mallorca one day soon. When […]
Our daddy bought a piece of land on Lee Road that had, until then, been a watermelon patch, and on weekends he proceeded to build a four-room house. The previous owner was Lee Rhodes, who lived with his wife Carlee, on our right. His son Bill lived on our left with his wife Lorena. Over […]
Here’s an article from the April 2019 issue of Southwest the Magazine, the airline’s in-flight publication found in seat-pockets all around the country last month. I think Patrick would have approved of Bergauer’s efforts described in this story. (Sorry, it’s scanned as a collection of images, so the translation tool won’t work.) Click on any […]
Here’s a story of Patrick’s he started in the late 1990s and completed in 2013. I remember the beginning part first hand, and a bit more he didn’t mention, but the second part, well, I’d never heard a word of that. From South Carolina, when we picked up my two girls and my son from […]
Kids were fascinated by the way Shorty got around East End. In those days, the only paved road in our part of town was Highway 50, unless you count the short road up the hill to the Gospel Tabernacle. The remainder of roads were mud tracks, sometimes covered with what they called red-dog, the rose-colored […]
It was the Great Depression, and we, like all our neighbors, were forever short of cash money. It was pinto beans and mashed potatoes all week, and on Sunday stringy meat which made my teeth shift in my gums. It was burnt bacon and pan biscuits for my father’s breakfast, and flour gravy over biscuits […]
From Patrick’s files, here’s an article about the 29th festival, with pictures of the Leonardo Trio of Munich and Misha Rachlevsky.
Here’s an autobiographical story that Carol sent to me two days ago. There’s a place on the north coast, up high on the forest clad cliffs above the aqueous blue – your beloved Mediterranean. Its early morning in autumn, and I know I will find you there. It’s my gateway to memories. As I leave […]
Lee sent me some more newspaper clippings, which I’ve attached here. These highlight Patrick’s early years in music. Sun Bowl Bound (PDF) Dat’s It (PDF)
Here’s a short autobiographical story by Patrick. The file is dated 12 March 2014. In our little village here in the mountains, there is a post office still. There are two employees, one for sorting incoming mail and preparing outgoing mail, and one for attending customers, who are few. The office is open only in […]
Ivonne sent me these photos of a book by Oona Lind Napier and Jackie Waldren. As you can see, Patrick and Stephanie are featured as is their good friend Suzy Bradbury.
In honor of my new status as a grandfather to baby Max, it is time to post The Ballad of the Glonk which is a children’s book that Patrick wrote in the 1960s, illustrated by Dan Christoffel. He told me he’d tried to get it published, but the editors of the day didn’t want stories […]