Tony Russell McGuire
21 December 1955 - 06 September 2010

Tony spent his early years in Omo Ranch - a lumber town. He went to school in a one-room schoolhouse and walked up hill both ways. Barefoot. In the snow. This might explain why he could be happy even in trying circumstances. It might also explain why he had such a sharp mind and quick wit - the blood fleeing from his feet spent the whole trip in his brain, working magic.

Tony loved to learn and valued work. His first job was delivering the Grit newspaper when he was only 5 years old. After the military, he worked in law enforcement, then real estate and finally programming. He taught himself programming and was always on the leading edge in finding new and creative ways to solve business needs with his programs.

Tony was a patriot. He served his country in the Air Force for six years. He cared deeply about the community in which he lived and actively tried to ensure the community leaders honestly served the community's needs and that his neighbors were aware of issues that impacted them.

Tony loved life. He loved his dogs, and enjoyed fishing, bowling and, most recently, golf - where he was truly blessed as he got a hole-in-one in his first round! (And he would want to be sure you celebrated that with him.)

Everyone who met Tony liked him (except maybe politicians). He loved to make people laugh and smile; he was quick to express his admiration and always encouraged the best in people. It didn't matter whether that person was his wife or the cashier at the grocery store, he wouldn't give up until he'd found a way to brighten their day, even if he had to be silly to do it. He loved a good tease - as much when he was being teased as when he was the one doing the teasing. And he enjoyed bantering with anyone willing to take on his wit.

Tony was always doing small acts of kindness for his wife, whether it was heating her car before work on cold, winter mornings, or buying her a silly toy just to make her smile, or coming to church, even before he became a member, just so she wouldn't have to sit alone. It was important to him to do what he could to ensure the people he loved were happy and knew he loved them.

Tony was an excellent example of the Savior's command to do unto others as you would have done to you. Even though he only recently joined the church, he longed for a deeper understanding of the gospel and was sincere in his desires and efforts in that direction. There is no doubt he is now learning all he can, seeking out old friends and new, and looking for ways to make them laugh and smile. He is enjoying life, learning and loved ones.

Memories from friends and family

Donna Sandretto - Friend and previous co-worker
Tony told long - the longest - jokes. He was a good - great - story teller. A nice guy, Tony, always smiling and happy. He will leave a hole in our world. A big man - not just his size - but in the aura surrounding him. It was good being in his presence.

Oretta Marie Oviatt friend from Omo Ranch
Earliest memory of Tony: Sitting in the shallow side of the river at Berry's Cabin (our old swimming hole) listening to Tony, Joel Bales, and David Fisher pour their little hearts out to her because the older kids were teasing them. Being all of 6 years old herself, she helped them learn to swim better by putting her arms under their stomach so each one could stay up (afloat) to kick and stroke their arms.

Bob Yoachum - Nephew
While most people will fondly remember Tony for his humor and wit he will also be remembered for being right. As a fellow conservative Uncle Tony and I would often engage on who was more right - to the point of humorous radical stereotype. For those with opinions left of his, he was sure to engage them in some political discussion. While it would sometimes make us bystanders cringe, Tony was relentless, over the top, and always, always right. That was part of his charm and his way of showing affection. If he didn't care about you, he wouldn't bother arguing with you.

Rich Boddy - Brother-in-Law
Anyone who knew Tony would agree he had a great sense of humor. He was very quick witted and had a knack for making jokes out of almost anything. He had an annoying habit of greeting everyone with, "Good morning." It didn't matter if it was 3:00 in the afternoon or 10:30 at night it was still, "Good morning." He was also a prankster whose victims usually ended up laughing harder than he did.

I remember one time, in particular, I was moving heavy oak furniture into a spare bedroom and needed help, soon, since I wanted to get it done before Pam returned from a trip. I called Tony and he came right over and helped. I told Tony that the least I could do was buy him lunch. It so happened it was February 14th - Valentine's Day. I didn't realize what day it was, but apparently Tony did. We entered the restaurant and as soon as some of the staff and customers were within earshot Tony started thanking me profusely for being so thoughtful as to take him out for a Valentine's Day lunch. Had I guessed his intentions I would have ordered out for pizza.

Pam - Sister
When Tony was little he didn't have toys in a toy box - he had tools in a tool box. He loved to dismantle broken clocks and radios. While still in diapers, and needing a change, he held the babysitter at bay by sitting in a corner swinging a hammer.

At about 8 years old he used my typewriter to plunk out stories as he made them up. He had a creative imagination way back then.

Two of the many times I wanted to strangle him - both took place in a matter of minutes:

1) It was dark and Mom sent him to walk me home. He hid and when I walked by he shook the bushes and growled like a big bear - which I then wet my pants. When I saw that it was him - he took off running for his life home.

2) He ran to the bathroom and locked the door until I promised Mom that I wouldn't hurt him.

We flew to Washington D.C. and rented a car. We decided to take the subway into town. That night we had a heck of a time finding our car among all the other white rental cars, let alone remember which station we left it at.

Jack, his older brother
Tony was an awesome baseball player. He could throw a ball harder at age 9 than I could at age 12. He was a pitcher in the Babe Ruth league. He was moved up to Babe Ruth from little league a year early because none of the players at that level were able to hit his pitches.

Tony was an AP in the Air Force, mostly in Holland. He lived off base and became fluent in Dutch.

Tony picked up language easily. He took advanced Spanish in high school. In his last year he was a TA for the Spanish teacher and sometimes taught parts of the class.

Tony was my tag-along little brother. He learned fast hanging out with me and my friends. One of the things I taught Tony was chess. But soon I didn't want to play with him anymore because he could beat me so easily.

One time, when Tony and I were wrestling, I got hurt and yelled out in pain and anger. Tony knew he was in trouble and took off at a fast crawl across the lawn. I rolled over and punched, hitting him in the butt. My hand hurt like crazy, but of course I couldn't let him know that. About 2 days later we found out that I'd broken a bone in my hand.

Penny - Sister
I was about 5 years old. We were living up in the mountains and would swim in the river on a regular basis. I was in an inner tube and flipped over, I was not able to get out of the tube. It was holding me down under water. Tony was the one that saw what was happening and came over and flipped me right side up. I never forgot that.

In middle school and high school he would drive me and my friend to school. He had this tiny two seater car and we would squeeze into that car and get us to school. We laughed so much in that car.

I will never forget Tony's quick wit, his "Good morning", no matter what time of day it actually was, or the twinkle in his eyes when he knew he was pulling one over on someone.

Tony is survived by Survived by: his wife Liz, and by his family in the Sacramento, California area: sister Penny McGuire, brother Jack Gullans (and his wife Helena), sister Pam Boddy (and her husband Rich), nieces and nephews: Jaclyn, Ryan, Camilo, Bob, Tamera, Colin and Gavin.

Dear Liz,
I did not know Tony, but I am sure woody and I would have liked him. He sounds like a very fun person. I am so sorry for your loss. Woody is waiting for back surgery, so we could not make it up for the funeral. Please acept our love and condolences. I am sure between he and your mothers cancer you are feeling very torn. May our Father be with you and help you at this trying time
Love Aunt Doris and Uncle Woody

Sent by Doris and Woody Woodhouse on 09/12/10 at 20:20

Dear Liz,

Want to send my condolance and hope you will have lots of good friends around you to comfort you in this difficult time.

I don't think i ever met Tony in person, but it feels like i did. Up to now i read the paradox newsgroup almost daily and by that Tony as the founder and frequent helper in it became alive to me.

His, and also yours, help over the years have been invaluable for us building our business.

Wish you all the best,

Ger Kurvers

Sent by Ger Kurvers on 09/12/10 at 23:28

Our deepest condolences and sympathies to the family and friends of my cousin Tony.
Our prayers are with you now and forever.
The Fosters,
Tom, Kim, Courtney and Whitney
Mariewtta, Georgia

Sent by Tom Foster on 09/16/10 at 08:50