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.
I wrote She of Clouds and Flowers for Stephanie and sent it to her before she died. Her lovely voice and idyllic setting inspired the piece. Perhaps you can still see her there, on the terraces, tending her gardens and thrilling the birds with her song. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Here is a collection of poems I found on his computer in the file poems.odt. They were written over several decades and compiled a few years before he died. These are based on the tag “poems.odt” I used to identify the works from that file. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
This long letter from 1991 embodies Patrick’s nature. It contains a blend of narratives that summarize his frenetic lifestyle, travel, procrastination regarding family, whirling ideas, exploration into new areas (like Finale, then a new computer program for music), and observations on life and death. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
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. […]
This is the transcription of a long recording with Patrick about how he met my mom while at Florida State University. Conversation about Meeting Donna JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
All who knew Patrick knew of his–pardon the pun–storied past. Here are two stories of Patrick’s brief time as a lumberjack with his best pal Lee. Shortly after high school they trekked across the country to Oregon to work in the forests. These tales recount that adventure. Be sure to read Lee’s comments on these […]
I admire Patrick greatly, just as I admired John, my grandfather who adopted me. Each of my two fathers had special qualities that I value, and each loved me in their own way. Patrick, however, was mostly absent from my life, and from the lives of my sisters, which worried John immensely. In contrast, John […]
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 […]
When I read Verderol at Ca’s Patró March I feel an emptiness all over again, but it’s coupled with pride in its telling, the imagery, the serenity of an afternoon on the Mediterranean. I especially like the memories that spring forth of my many visits to this restaurant. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
For personal reasons I won’t be updating this site very much for the next few weeks. I still have a wealth of material to share, but the time to process it, format it for the web site, double check for duplication, and manage the underlying file system, all requires more than I can do right […]