Pea Ridge
A short scene study of Patrick’s home town including a few characters that would fit in a classic western.
Tag: West Virginia
Recurring Dream
Patrick reflects on a recurring dream about a house in West Virginia and an old woman with a big book.
June Bug
Patrick describes a trip to visit cousins when he was almost eleven, and concludes with a list a topics that were other West Virginia stories he wanted to write.
It’s What’s Inside and What Happens Between You
Patrick begins this 2011 recording with thoughts of how to tell his life story and finishes with the way his mom encountered her husband’s mistress. A maroon 1946 Ford is also mentioned. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Honey Bees
Here’s a sketch about growing up in West Virginia, found in the Bohemians of the Tramatura folder. Patrick mentions his brother Jack, who had a combination safe at the age of 11. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
East End (Alternate Version)
This is an alternate version of Patrick’s autobiographical story East End, a bit more crude, as found in As Chance Would Have It. The one posted earlier was likely submitted for publication. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
East End
Our daddy bought a piece of land on Lee Road that had, until then, been a watermelon patch, and on weekends he proceeded to build a four-room house. The previous owner was Lee Rhodes, who lived with his wife Carlee, on our right. His son Bill lived on our left with his wife Lorena. Over […]
Shorty (Short Story)
Kids were fascinated by the way Shorty got around East End. In those days, the only paved road in our part of town was Highway 50, unless you count the short road up the hill to the Gospel Tabernacle. The remainder of roads were mud tracks, sometimes covered with what they called red-dog, the rose-colored […]
Mayfair Burning
It was the Great Depression, and we, like all our neighbors, were forever short of cash money. It was pinto beans and mashed potatoes all week, and on Sunday stringy meat which made my teeth shift in my gums. It was burnt bacon and pan biscuits for my father’s breakfast, and flour gravy over biscuits […]
Making a Man
Patrick grew up in an earlier generation, as one can tell from this story that reads like an autobiography. If he had been in my life when I was growing up, what stories like this would I have to write? Fair warning, this one is a long read, converted from a PDF file dated 25 […]
Full of Beans
Fizzle Bodner came knees and elbows through the canes down to the creek where we were poling our half-drums up and down the tributaries of the Amazon. We aimed our rifles and shot him down. “Huh! I ain’t goin’ to fall in this mud. Anyway, you ought to come up to Miz Blake’s. She’s got […]
Patrick’s Recollections of Childhood
Patrick sent this story to me almost 20 years ago, in 1998. It’s a bit of a disjointed, free-flowing, stream-of-consciousness kind of thing, autobiographical and focused on his childhood and his family members, but its tone turns regretful near the end. I haven’t edited out the typos and such yet. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. […]
Shorty (Poem)
Poem displayed as a screen shot to preserve text formatting. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com