Frederick A. Cooper

It’s surprising how much I miss Fred, my husband Peter’s schoolboy friend. I think it’s a measure of his zest for life that he’s on my mind so often. It was always a pleasure to be in the presence of his energy.

In recent years, he spent a bit less time in Greece and more time in Minnesota and so he decided that he must get to know and experience more about this place. So he asked us to plan some trips. Adventuring with Fred and his wife, Brad (Helen to some) was an eye opener....

The world shrunk a bit when Fred, my dear friend of six decades, died. He was a man whose curiosity and erudition spanned centuries and continents and whose delight in the discovery of new knowledge never abated. Ever the ardent scholar, he was as well a cineaste, a gourmand, and a collector of kitsch as well as art and artifacts. He’s the only art historian and archaeologist I’ve known who treasured a table lamp made from a color-ful and rhinestone-encrusted bust of Elvis Presley and whose...

The world shrunk a bit when Fred, my dear friend of six decades, died. He was a man whose curiosity and erudition spanned centuries and continents and whose delight in the discovery of new knowledge never abated. Ever the ardent scholar, he was as well a cineaste, a gourmand, and a collector of kitsch as well as art and artifacts. He’s the only art historian and archaeologist I’ve known who treasured a table lamp made from a colorful and rhinestone-encrusted bust of Elvis Presley and whose...

With sadness I learned of the passing of Fred who touched my life many years ago as a young architecture student.
He agreed to mentor me on my undergraduate thesis and invited me to spend the Summer of 1979 as his apprentice working with him in his archeological researches in Greece. I fondly recall his sharp wit, intellectual curiosity and deep knowledge of his field. I saw him by chance but one other time since that summer but remember him well. He was always the real life "Indiana...