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Ronald Bair


Ronald Eugene Bair

Ronald Eugene Bair Obituary

6/13/1945 ~ 6/25/2017
Son of Forrest "Buss" Bair and Billie Thorpe Bair. Married MarJean Hardy 7/25/1986 in Wendover, Utah. Survived by his wife; brother, Scott (Joan) Bair; sister, Andrea (Tom) Gavnik; nieces and nephews. Retired from Kenworth Sales Co. as a truck salesman after 25 years. He had the respect of his customers and fellow employees, many became good friends.
A celebration of his life will be scheduled at a later date.
As Ron always said, "Have a cool refreshing beverage of your choice and a good cigar." 
On-line condolences at

Published in Salt Lake Tribune on July 2, 2017

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07/02/17 02:20 PM #1    

John Stone

RIP Ron you will be missed.

07/03/17 09:13 AM #2    

Dennis Holm

A neighbor and a friend with always a big smile.  

07/03/17 10:50 AM #3    

Jackie Court (Longmore)

Ron became a good friend in fifth grade and it was always a pleasure to cross paths with him several times through the years.  RIP dear friend.  

07/05/17 06:46 AM #4    

Charlene Baldwin (O'Connor)

Oh, Ronnie Bair! 

You were my best guy pal from 1962-1985 when I moved to San Diego  Your first phone call to me was the day after our Junior year at Olympus.  Our family was moving to a new neighborhood and you jumped in your car and came right over to help us, not only that day, but every day until we were settled.  Talk about a good friend from Day One!

Two weeks later, you invited me to join your parents, younger brother, Scott, and little sister, Andrea, along with many of your friends for your Birthday Party in your back yard.  I remember Doug Roberts and Ross Stark, along with many of your guy pals, but I was your only gal pal there.  No dates, just friends!  Your mother made wonderful Sloppy Joes and platters of good things to set on those huge tables in the backyard.  I offered to help bring the food out from the kitchen which turned into a fiasco, as I tripped over my long legs on those three steps down, and all the Sloppy Joes went flying onto the grass.  I don’t remember if you had a dog, but we cleaned up the mess together.  I felt terrible, but your Dad went to the store and bought all the fixings, and later the Sloppy Joes were ready again.  Your mother decided she would bring that platter out herself.  Everyone teased me, and we had such a terrific time. 

We had many wonderful times together.  The memories are flooding my tearful heart, remembering your bright red hair, freckled face, deep voice calling my name, and spotlessly clean clothes, smelling like you poured  the whole bottle of Old Spice on your shirt.

We were ‘into’ jazz, while most people our age were playing rock n’ roll.  How many days/nights did we spend, sitting by our hi-fi, listening to our recent 33-1/3 records either of us bought?  We couldn’t wait to share with each other and played those records over and over.  You made sure you had a pen or pencil to write your humorous notes all over my new jazz album covers.  You had such a wit!   Years later, I played those records and read every word you scrawled on my jazz album covers. 

We lived through some pretty trying times. When your sweet mother died unexpectedly and you drove to our house.  You and I drove around all night long and when we returned the next morning to our house, you and my mother cried together for hours  This bond was never broken, no matter what happened to either of us. 

You introduced me to my first real love, but you always seemed to be at our house when I was getting ready to go on a date with my boyfriend.  I went out with Ross Stark a few times that summer and you made it a point to be there to wave Ross and I goodbye from our driveway.  I often wondered whether you were a teeny bit jealous, but basically knew that you had your own girlfriends, too! 

My parents adored you and you were always wonderful with my younger sister Denise.  Denise, although mentally retarded, loved you more than you could ever know.  She got excited every time you drove that spotlessly clean blue car into our driveway.  Once, when I wasn’t home, you told Denise you would take her on a date, and you opened the car door for her, drove her to Dees on 33rd South and Highland Drive, and bought her a burger before driving her around about an hour.  My parents – and Denise – loved you for being so sweet and tender to all of us.

You were always there when I needed you most.  When my parents died, you were there to share tears as you were part of our family.  Denise and I appreciated you more than you could ever know.  Denise died in 2002, but we spent time talking about you.  She wanted you to know you were always 'her secret boyfriend'! 

Not many peoiple had the honor of knowing you as well as I did.  You were a unique human being, caring and thoughtful.  You will certainly be missed by your family and many friends.  I for one, hold my tearful memories close to my heart and hope your life was filled with as much love as you gave unselfishly!  Goodbye, dear friend.  I will love you always and forever!


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