My Mom Died
Patrick’s first wife Donna passed away early Saturday morning on the 14th of October 2023.
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
Donna was Patrick’s first wife. These are postings that include her in some way.
Patrick’s first wife Donna passed away early Saturday morning on the 14th of October 2023.
Here’s a six minute long conversation between Patrick, Suzy, and myself from ten years ago (recorded on 5 Dec 2011). Patrick describes sailing the Zambak and the aftermath, including the reason Patrick and Mari had to leave Turkey. At the end the story pivots and he mentions the telegram saying “no child support.” It’s still […]
If you have read the earlier posting Our Stories Intertwine Like a Kitten’s Yarn, you know about Patrick and Donna’s trip to Cuba in 1955. In October 2014 during our trip to Prescott, we had a longer conversation about it, recorded in two parts. Here I’ve combined the two transcriptions into one. In this conversation […]
Create a montage of those events that most often recur in memory. Mari got a a job teaching elementary art in Centereach. We found a cottage in Lake Ronkokoma to rent. Since she was teaching under the name on her teaching certificate, we lived under that name – last name Irvin. Her sister Nancy and […]
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 […]
I realize that this web site reflects on my dad’s life and his many accomplishments. Patrick was a prolific writer, avid reader, skilled musician, witty raconteur, good friend, and active in pursuit of the arts. He was especially joyful about his relationship with Stephanie which he considered the best thing that ever happened to him. […]
My father is referenced in the very first line, and Lois is mentioned later. I think this is one of Fred’s poems, but I’m not sure. The penmanship in the note matches a 1971 letter of his to a reasonable degree (the L and W in particular) and he references Bob, so I think my […]
Today is my mom Donna’s birthday. Here’s a picture of her with Patrick when they were very young. You can click on the image to see a larger version of this photo. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Here are some family pictures from happier times. A few of these may have been posted elsewhere on the site. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
One of several conversations recorded our first full night together during my 2017 visit with Patrick. In this one he talked a bit more about teaching in Florida and the birth of the eldest girl. Patrick: As I recall… let’s see. I was teaching in, where is it? Not Vero Beach, but the next one […]
Here’s the transcription of a conversation with Patrick about my mom and some other family members, recorded on 18 March 2017 in a very noisy restaurant. If there’s interest, I’ll convert the audio file to YouTube so you can hear it. Patrick: One of the stories I haven’t really worked on, but I’ve got the title: […]
Transcription of a conversation with Patrick on 2 October 2014 during the drive to the 2014 Prescott Rally, talking about how he managed to get into college and how he met my mom Donna. JP: You were talking about Florida State. Patrick: I had no idea I was going to go to college. Never occurred […]
A conversation with my bio-mom Donna and sister Heather about how “Jennifer” became “Erin.” JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
While tidying up some old files, I stumbled upon these notes from 2 Nov 2012 which describe a nice (but brief) visit with Patrick. I am on my way now to Jean, Nevada for the Seed 9 Rally. I had a nice but very short visit with Patrick. Here is a quick summary of what […]
Here’s a transcription of a conversation between Patrick and JP on 16 Nov 2011 at a restaurant. Originally the audio file was too large to post here, but now [19 Sep 2021] it’s available below. JD: Well Donna was seventeen, right? I think, she went to school … PM: When was she born? I don’t […]