Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
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 […]
A short recording (25 Mar ’17) in which you can tell Patrick’s pain is clearly getting to him, yet he still shows his sense of humor. John: Any interesting stories or any practical things you want to …? Patrick: I’ll have to try to… I can’t think. Let’s see. JPI’m the son of Patrick of […]
Here’s a letter to a sister, dated 11 Feb 2015. He mentions Bob Dreicer, who died a couple of days earlier, Suzy, Frank, and of course Stephanie. There are several poetic lines, including “We use to scoop all that scenery up together. “ Thanks for the fotos. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too. Any news […]
E-mail from Patrick on 18 June 2012. I’m taking a charter flight to Pisa and a train to Florence tomorrow, back on 24 june, the day of Jan Juan. I will have my mobile phone. Mostly I’m moved to make the trip because a neighbor just died and his son had a wake, then another […]
levittown awakened by thunder a bearded madman in splatterpaint pajama top chasing kids down a cool morning kicking a garbage can belonging to no one ### like mother like son toking up holding holding holding remembering my mother sunning on the sands of miami beach you think its easy getting a tan ### […]
it’s christmas day.the wind is up a bit,clouds are preparing a total invasion – it’s been blue skies for weeks.long live merrie, and happie kubrick already the days are a few seconds longer than last week;that always encourages me to get my wind up,to take a new chomp at the biscuit of significant living.like a […]
Here’s a short e-mail from Fred and Robert to Patrick that should be interesting to some. Patrick lost many of his friends prior to his own demise, include Fred, Bob, Diane, and more, and it was clear to those who loved him that he missed their presence, their writings, their art.