Milton St. George Cooper

A Wonderful coach and mentor. God Bless him and his Family.

We miss Uncle Milton but know he’s in heaven with his God and Jesus and all the saints. I’d love to be able to reach Diane but seem to no longer have a telephone number or email address.

Coach Cooper was the best....was awesome having him as a teacher at fletcher in 1986....R.I.P Coach Cooper

Dear Diane, Katie, Donna & Robin,
What a pleasure it was to know Coach Milt. My favorite memory will be our lively discussions of FSU sports, particularly football! Also his endless entertainment when riding over to Tallahassee for a football game. Time flew when Coach Milt rode with us. What a wonderful man! He will be missed.

I was a colleague of Milt at Fletcher Sr. High School and I still remember him saying "mornin", no matter what the time of day it was. After a while you just answered morning in return.( smile ) I remember him being a stand up kind of guy that said what was on his mind. In fact, as I recalled, he couldn't stand for people to beat around the bush. He made me laugh and he was so cheerful and outgoing. He was such a realist and what you saw is what he was. He was one of a kind. You...

Long live the "Mornin Man" in our memories.. I'm so sorry to hear of his passing. He had a great sense of humor and a great love for football as I recall the guys were always able to get him going after the lesson for the day was done. He will be missed!

Dear Cooper Family,
I'm so sorry to hear about Mr. Cooper's passing. He was truly someone special. I remember his "Mournin" and would walk down "C" hall at FHS just to hear him say it, it was a great way to start the day. I also remember he use to say when it was his time he wanted a big Mardi Gras band playing to celebrate his life. Reading all these posts he is a man we will forever celebrate.

Family,

While looking at photos of this wonderful man, one photo struck me. It was a picture of a man who had been ill, but still continued to show his love of children by looking at a 6 year old boy and telling him what to do on a baseball field. It looked as if your father needed to hold on to something to stand. Yet, his love for children, his love for sports and his integrity would not allow him to disappoint the child.

How proud you must be to have been chosen by God to...