“My Heart” Is the Refrain (e-Mail)
I have found myself of late with a sort of refrain in my head, often repeated aloud (when I am alone) “My heart” is the refrain, always seeing her in the garden, in the countryside, in the car.
Tag: Stephanie
The Oncologist
The oncologist put his hand with outspread fingers in front of my nose. He had asked me to come alone to his office. “You don’t have to shove it in her face,” he said. “But you will want to know. She is going to die. She waited too long.” She found out for sure when […]
A Quiet Evening at Home
I have just stoked up the wood burning Jotul, and just in case we are inspired to song, put on the heater in the music room. By my wing-back is the copy of Great Jones Street cover curling from the damp bookmark in place. I have just cooked turkey in mustard with old-fashioned mashed potatoes, […]
She Is Happiest
She is happiestfacing the morning sunamong her snapdragons. Or with the pregnant caton her lapwhile she reads. Or trimming the bramble on our path. Or playing the flutelistening to the owl Or when we are alone. Whatever she is doingshe is happiestwhen she is doing it. Deya, 1980s PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Family Photos from Happier Times
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.
Stephanie in Pictures
Here’s a gallery of pictures of Stephanie from over the years. Many of these are from Patrick’s collection but some come from other sources. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
The Same Dream Came to Me
For more years than I ever thought to count, the same dream came to me. I am no more sure when first I dreamt the dream than I can ascertain when the dream ceased. I know it was still coming to me after I met Stephanie, often enough that I mentioned it to her more […]
patrick (variation of a poem by e e cummings)
It seems appropriate to post this on Valentine’s Day, that Hallmark card celebration that can nonetheless be used to convey real love. I’ll post the back story that goes with it when I get a chance. i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i […]
Doing It Again, Jumping to the Past
Here I am doing it again, jumping to the past. In 1956 Lois was with her clique and claque in the Coffee Shoppe of the music department every day. Me too, with John Patrick on my lap. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
The Whole Point of My Life Was to Meet Stephanie
Another one of those long conversations with Patrick, sharing a bottle Scotch at my dining table and talking about life, responsibility, love, and minding our own business. This one is from 7 Oct 2014 and was transcribed by Christine. The audio file is too big to post here, but if you want to hear it, […]
Gravesongs
An incomplete work of Patrick’s dated 27 January 2014. Setting up the Festival for 1995, it seemed a good idea to commission a new work to celebrate the centenary of Robert Graves’ birth. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Patrick Talks about Food
The recording for this conversation is too large to upload to this site. If there is interest I will convert to a YouTube video and add a link. Let me know. JP: We are sitting in “Cappucino Restaurant” in Valldemossa. It’s about 4:30 PM on the 16th November [2011]. Hopefully the date/time stamp on the […]
With Whatever Love for Life that Is Left to Me, I Will Seek Love
Found in my e-mail, this was part of a collection of things Patrick sent me called “You Never Know.” This segment is dated 19 April 2006. My first impulse when Stephanie died was to dump everything – after 29 years together, the accumulated baggage was overwhelming. Not only physical objects – the house was full […]
People Pictures from April of ‘3
Here are some people pictures from April of ‘3. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
standing silently together each day at sunset
(e-mail from Fred on 12 Aug 2001, part of a large collection Patrick sent to me in Aug 2015) Subject: greetings Dear Stephanie & Pat, Full of music, good food (no small admission from one who lives in Firenze), dance, incredible landscapes, some new friends, & best of all, affection. I have printed them out […]