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Mari was Patrick’s second wife. These are posts related to her or mentioning her in some way.
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 […]
It was inevitable, thought we didn’t know it at the time, that we should meet Bulent. Mari and I flew from Izmir to Ankara where we spent the night. Then the next day by bus to Adana. Sounds like a simple statement, but it was not so simple. The two-propeller plane took off from what […]
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 […]
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 […]
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
How time flies. And with it memory, as swift or swifter. I picked up a book, The Fall, with me over fifty years, how I couldn’t say. I thought all the books from those years were left in a barn in Peculiar Missouri. Some of those books, only a few, i would have liked to […]
Another short block from Patrick’s Scattered Notes collection. I don’t know if the poem belonged with the paragraph, but it doesn’t hurt to combine them here. Perhaps because it was my first visit to Europe, when I was young and in love, the simplest detail gave the thrill of adventure – unsliced bread, fresh every […]
This is the transcription of a recording from 2 Oct 2014 when Patrick accompanied me on a trip to Prescott, Arizona for the Prescott Rally. I’ll see if I can upload the recording at some point so you can hear his voice. JP: For each of the major European cities, what things are the most […]
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 […]
Here’s a letter from Fred to Patrick, probably 1963. Perhaps the date could be made more exact if we knew when Ann B was born since she is referenced here. The letter includes a poetry critique, some personal observations, and mentions several friends including Bob and Edmund. Completely unrelated. I just transcribed the recording about […]
I found this a while ago and posted the letter that was attached to this story, but failed to share the story itself, an error remedied here. By the way the letter concluded with: When you’re sitting down, with coffee & cigarette, anything seems possible. 1 From his mother’s house in Salisbury, Fred called his […]
In 1960 there were still plenty of us who wanted to live in Greenwich Village. The heydays were long gone, but the aura still hung around. The Café Bizarre was just catching on. The Figaro still had wind quintets or string quartets live on Sunday morning, men with heavy sweaters and horn rims reading the […]
Patrick sent this story to me, along with several others, on 25 Dec 2013. This one tells the story of the Zambak, chronicled elsewhere indirectly. Billy Bielmeyer and I were sailing in the Bay of Izmir in his tiny Pirate dinghy. The hills of Izmir rising up on all sides from the deep blue sea […]
Here’s a long autobiographical story by Patrick about his time in Missouri. I found two versions, one from 2011 and another from 2013. There’s also a 2017 version embedded in As Chance Would Have It. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Another autobiographical story from the files. This one is fairly lengthy–the ODT document was four pages long, tightly packed. It ends abruptly but perhaps that was Patrick’s intention. The last edit date was 17 April 2012. When Fred heard the bad news about the Zambak, he wrote from Rome: “Well, if we can’t trace the […]