Harrick Harlow Hudson

Date(s) of birth and/or death approximate

Date of Birth

January 1st, 1946

Date of Death

July 14th, 2018

Memorial Meeting

Eugene Friends Meeting

Minute

Harrick died at home after complications following treatment for glioblastoma, a brain tumor. He loved and lived well caring for his family, animals and beloved forest. An Eugene native, he graduated from South Eugene HS, then the UO in Computer Science, '72. He studied pottery in Ireland and when home fabricated any tool he needed.

An eighth generation Quaker, his grandmother, Mary Herring Hudson, was considered to be the first "unprogrammed" Quaker in Eugene and was a founding member of Eugene Friends Meeting. When Harrick's parents, Harlow and Kathryn Hudson, returned to Eugene they became enthusiastic participants of the tender meeting, including helping build the new meeting house. Harrick remembered fondly First Day meetings, enjoyed gatherings and outing with his Junior Friends (as he chauffeured his friends around in his vintage Jaguar), and flying to Europe with Carl Thatcher. A tradition of friendly summer potluck picnics and camping  at the Hudson Ranch began that lasted over forty-five years. Harrick always prepared the space, mowing the meadow and picnic area, clipping back the foliage, getting out the tables and benches, etc. (Toward the end of their lives, Harlow and Kathryn wanted to endow the Meeting with the Ranch but the Meeting didn't find unity in such a large undertaking.)

Harrick completed his alternative service at Good Samaritan Hospital in Portland and then returned to the U of O to complete his degree. He worked at Peterson Pacific for 20 years. In retirement he continued to work on his ranch and enjoyed his garden. A quiet, kind man he is survived by his wife Maureen, son Patrick Ardron-Hudson, step-son Woody Carey, sisters, Kayrin Gregory and Waki Paurnamasi, nephews GuruTej and William Sam Gregory, and niece Ravi Khalsa. A memorial meeting will be held at Good Shepherd Church on McBeth Rd., July 14th at 3 p.m. As Harrick wrote as he lay dying, "So long. And thanks for the fish."