Patrick Harley Morton

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Patrick Harley Morton Finished his long, strange trip on March 2, 2020 in Portland, Oregon. He was born on Saint Patrick’s Day, 1950 in Pueblo, Colorado (but when asked, he said he was a “Rocky Mountain Boy”) to Harley and Nadine Morton (Ruspini). He worked in – and was later the proprietor of – Morton’s Incorporated, until moving to Taos, New Mexico to found Mom’s (“My Own Man”) Ironworks and work as a blacksmith. Pat lived by the credo, “I’m not here for a long time, I’m here for a good time,” and he took those words to heart. Pat constantly found the humor in life, and always had a twinkle in his eye and a dirty joke ready to tell. Pat’s passions were celebrating with friends and family, raising chickens, gardening, the Grateful Dead, the open road, the great outdoors, motorcycles (a long-time Airhead), bicycles, playing the dulcimer, porchin’ it, and living life with reckless abandon. He was fan of wide-open vistas, big storms, and crashing waves. He left this life surrounded by his children Sara and Jesse; his grandchildren Hannah, Harley, Asher, and Lilah; his sister Judy and brother-in-law Jack; niece Kari; and his children-in-law Brittany and Alex. A master of living life on his own terms and with impeccable timing, he left this world as the last light left the sky, beside a crackling fire, with Uncle John’s Band by the Grateful Dead playing in the background, one minute after his family wished him their final goodbyes. His parting words were, “Damn it.” A celebration of life will be held in Taos in the fall (probably Labor Day Weekend); email momsironworks@gmail.com for details.

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