Kim DeVon Patterson July 21, 1951 ~ September 27, 2018 Kim DeVon Patterson was born on July 21, 1951 and passed away peacefully in his sleep on September 27, 2018 at the age of 67. He is survived by his wife of 47 years, Sandra Patterson; three children, Nickol Patterson Finch, Alexander Kim (Natalie) Patterson, and Ira Cody Patterson; two grandchildren, Eleanor Natalie and Oliver Alexander Patterson; and siblings, Marjene Patterson Thompson, Dennis Jen Patterson, Jaren Scott Patterson, and Chad Wess Patterson. He was preceded in death by his parents, Jen and Doris Patterson.
He was best known for his opinionated, yet caring and ornery, yet altruistic nature. He routinely helped anyone and everyone that he could and rarely asked for anything in return. He was able to design, build and repair pretty much anything and was a perfectionist that took a great deal of pride in everything he did.
He exhibited an “all or nothing” attitude in everything that he did, displaying painstaking amounts of research, trial, and error. It was very common to see various Harley Davidson motorcycles (in various states of disrepair) in his living room and for a while was known as the best Harley mechanic in town. His mechanical skill was not limited to just motorcycles as he also fixed and restored many cars, trucks, lawnmowers, and anything else with or needing an engine.
He’s built a hovercraft, two airboats, multiple duck boats, numerous trailers, trommels, sluice boxes, a two-story garage, added a room to their house in addition to many, MANY other projects. He tended to overbuild everything and often surprised himself with the size of his finished projects. Particularly impressive was his skill as a welder as he often welded soda (or beer) cans onto mufflers as patches and some would say he could weld a “nose” on a snowman.
He was also an avid hunter, fisherman, and general outdoorsman. He loved being able to do anything in the mountains and took great enjoyment in the family’s yearly hunting and camping trips. Even in that aspect of his life he was always building things to make some aspect of the trip easier or to perform a certain task, be it modifying a stove to warm the family tent, or in later years, refurbishing/rebuilding numerous campers for the trips.
He always said that he wanted to be buried in a plain pine box, under a tree on a hill in the mountains. For a time; he did custom hay cutting and did all the repair and maintenance that the equipment needed. It was very common for him to work in the garage all day, then go bale hay as soon as the dew set and be out in the field until two or three in the morning, fending off “mosquito’s from hell”.
He seemed to live on nothing but coffee, Pepsi, Snickers bars, and peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches and often found himself looking for his coffee cup more than getting something accomplished. Again, proving that he loved to be outside. He was a devoted and loving husband and spent a good marriage of 47 years to his best friend Sandra.
Admittedly he was human; more importantly, he was a Patterson and could be opinionated, irritating and stubborn, but anyone that knew him; knew that to be Kim… And nobody knew that better than Sandra. Though arguments between Kim and Sandra did occur, anybody that saw them together knew that despite the hardships they were the epitome of true love coming together and conquering all. He always gave his all with everything he did in order to provide the best for his wife and family; but also had a knack of rarely finishing things 100%.
One of his favorite sayings was “Never pound a nail in all the way, ’cause you might change your mind later”. He was fiercely proud of his kids and everything that they have done. He was a very devoted father, doing everything in his power to provide for his kids.
All of his children were home-schooled for at least part of their education because he never felt the public (or private) school system could teach his kids as well as he and Sandy could. And he was right, though the kids were not always happy with starting school work at 6 a.m. We were very happy being done at noon or so. For his daughter Nicky, he went through having and caring for nearly every kind of critter that could be found on a farm, including horses, cows, chickens, sheep, goats, ducks, and a turkey named Erkle.
He introduced his oldest son Alex to the worlds of off-roading, mechanics, metal fabrication, and R.C. Cars. His youngest son Cody followed in his footsteps when it came to his fascinations of mechanics, firearms, prospecting, and overall finding old stuff cool. He was also very proud of both his grandchildren and especially happy with Eleanor and her natural musical and artistic talents and Oliver’s “never give up” attitude and his already keenly developing the interest in mechanics.
Lastly, he was renowned for his gentle, tender, and caring nature towards both his grandchildren. He was a collector to the utmost. And it really didn’t matter what it was.
If it looked cool, he collected it. If it was old; it looked cool, therefore he collected it. If he thought, someday, that it might be useful, he kept it.
When he was a child, he would collect so many rocks in his pockets that his mom would not carry him because he was too heavy with all the rocks. Turns out, he moved several boxes of rocks to and from Washington and Idaho and back to Utah. Apparently, some things never change.
This became even more prevalent in his later years as he became an active member and president of NUPA (Northern Utah Prospectors Association). He was a very well respected and loved club member of NUPA having served three years as the club’s president. He continued his tradition and trade of building and maintaining by helping many members repair and build various tools and pieces of equipment.
He organized many club outings, helped the club obtain new claims, and actively searched for ways to promote the club. It was always interesting to see how someone that disliked public speaking and crowds of people, usually ended up being the public speaker in the middle of a crowd. One of his favorite experiences in his later years was the couple of visits he made to Nome, Alaska.
He will be greatly missed and there will always be a place in our hearts that is filled with memories and our love for him. Graveside services will be held on Saturday, October 6, 2018 at 2 p.m. at Lindquist’s Washington Heights Memorial Park, 4500 Washington Blvd. Friends may visit with family on Friday from 6 to 8 p.m. at Lindquist’s Ogden Mortuary, 3408 Washington Blvd.
and on Saturday from 12:30 to 1:30 p.m. at the mortuary.
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