Robert Muncy McCoy

Robert Muncy McCoy

October 26, 1952 – October 22, 2026

He was also known as just Muncy to everyone in his hometown of Coldwater. For instance, there were two Larry Smiths—Little Larry Smith and Big Larry Smith, about five years apart with bright red hair looking identical (truth)… but there was NO other person named Muncy. Nobody got Muncy mixed up with anyone. Besides, he was a unique individual. Muncy made his debut into this world on October 26, 1952, parents were Dr. Ronald and Sibyl McCoy. Unfortunately, it was immediately discovered that Muncy was what was called a “Blue” baby because of his low oxygen level. That was their first scare. Several other scares followed which involved him, as a toddler, going exploring in the fields next to our house… by himself…all pumped up for an adventure. He was so inquisitive and loved nature. U know, bugs n such. I never could quite understand it. Muncy had 2 older siblings Melanie and Joe and one younger sister Patricia(that’s me). Muncy and I were “Irish twins” as we were born within a year of each other.

The day came when Muncy started kindergarten with the likes of Jack Crowe, Alva Tucker, Shari Thompson, and Talma Sherman. His kindergarten days were numbered though because he was sick much of that year and our parents thought it best that he get better and start over with the class of 1971. That meant Muncy got to be in the same class as me for the next 13 years. I didn’t mind at first. I loved my brother and he was always very kind to me. But after a while, I started figuring something out. He was about 5 times smarter than me! I learned to live with it even though his grades almost always involved the # 1 0 0 somehow and mind were closer to 80 or 90. It did get under my skin though when he got above a 100 on his work like 104! I mean who gets 104 on their homework or tests! Jiminy Christmas!

In the meantime, Muncy developed another love—scouting. I think he got practically every badge they made. Our mother was a Cub Scout leader. I wanted to go too, especially since it was just in our backyard, but I quickly learned it was only for boys. Foiled again. Muncy learned a ton of stuff through scouting. He was great at everything but particularly great at anything scientific. If I remember correctly he used his scouting knowledge to rescue people at least 3 times—2 of which were kids fainting at school. The third was me getting my hand slammed in a car door and him getting it out. He was cool under pressure.

Muncy loved camping out and doing pretty much anything that involved scouting. He got what I believe was the highest award you could get at the time, the Eagle Scout award. It was a ton of work for him, but I’m sure he got 104 on it!

Muncy was dedicated to OU and earned his bachelors degree. He pursued his masters degree that involved research of the fire that destroyed much of the Yellowstone National Forest. He worked for Don McKinny doing research for legal cases for many years. After that he spent many more hours researching the cancer that his big sister, Melanie, was fighting and the Alzheimer’s diagnosis I was given.

Muncy gave his heart to the Lord in 1975 and never looked back. He was a gentle giant and gave a lot of himself away to others—especially poor and homeless people.

If I could talk to him I would say “Thank you, Muncy, for all the steps you took with me through life. And I should be with you before too long. I’m grateful that god gave me such a brother. He was a gift I didn’t know I needed. Plus if God grades the same way our school did, it wouldn’t surprise me if he got a 104!

Trisha “McCoy” Turcotte