Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
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 […]
Here’s a recording from a brief visit with Patrick at the Embassy Suites in L.A. in November 2012. He talks about meeting Stephanie, using her money to buy a harpsichord, which led to the origins of the music festival they built together. 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.
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 […]
Today is an important anniversary in the lives of Stephanie and Patrick. Patrick scanned parts of Stephanie’s diary, including the entries from when they first met. He called the file “In the Beginning 1976.” I’ve attached it as a PDF file since that was the format he used and there’s no reason to try and […]
From Patrick’s files, here’s an article about the 29th festival, with pictures of the Leonardo Trio of Munich and Misha Rachlevsky.
De Ivonne: Aqui te envio mi escrito para publicarlo si quieresen la web, junto con la foto de Deia. Un beso y cuidado en las carreras. — From JP, to those who don’t speak Spanish: use the Google Translate feature, located above the search bar on the right. — . A dos dedos frente a […]
I received these pictures of Patrick from Suzy a few days ago, taken at Patrick’s house in Deia with Nardele. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
On 26 July 2018 the Deia International Music Festival will host a special concert to honor Patrick. The concert includes trios by Coleridge-Taylor, Gilchrist, Torrandell and Patrick’s friend Carl Mansker, performed by Suzanne Bradbury (another of Patrick’s dear friends), Eilidh Martin and Tom Hankey. The concert will begin at 9:00 PM and will be held […]
Here’s an interesting piece of fiction by Patrick’s friend Carol Jackson, using the setting of Patrick’s memorial as the backdrop for a tale about a young boy. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
A short piece by Patrick dated 9 Aug 2016, though the file would only show the date of the last edit. The file name said “coffin parade” but the title in the file is “Public Lament.” We were sitting in the bar having a cafè con leche. It was mid-morning. The local workmen had hours […]
Normally when there is a queue of women waiting turns in the carnicería I stand outside until most have left the shop. They gossip and tell all the scandal of the village, jabbering away in the local dialect. After so many years on the island, I understand only too well most of what is said. […]
A few weeks ago, I was amazed to hear from Norman’s daughter and niece, inspiring me to search the files for other pieces my dad may have written about the artist. Yesterday I discovered this story. Now it’s formatted so that I can share it here. Norman came out of the stone cottage through the […]
Picture, if you will, wheat brought in carts by burros to the two mills in a mountain village. One mill is in the lower part of the village, another half the way up to the center where you find the butcher, the baker, the three competing bars, and Town Hall. Each mill has its clients, […]
The beginnings of a story, date 4 Dec 2013, never completed. Deià was enveloped in mist, the church seemingly sitting atop a cloud as seen from Son Bauzà as we entered the village. C’an Pep Mosso was open but only the bar; the colmado was closed on Sunday. Las Palmeras glowed with interior lights, and […]