Morgan Robertson

I met coach when I was in seventh grade (1961). I was not one of the gifted athletes. He treated me and everyone else with respect and compassion. I got the privilege of meeting up with him the last few years with Garth. He was the same great man. He cared about his boys. He was proud of our achievements not because he had played a role in them, which of course he had, but rather because of his innate goodness. I treasure those last few meetings with coach. I take some small comfort that he...

My High School Principal, always fair, but firm. Thank you for making me a better person.

My condolences to the family. He and his family remain in my thoughts and prayers. He was a great principal here in Flint, MIchigan. His witness and demeanor continues on in my life!

My condolences to the Robertson family on the loss of your patriarch. Coach was one of the most important mentors of my lifetime. His influence on me and my peers at Dye JH was immense! We all should be more like Coach Robertson!❤

Greg, Lynn, and families,
Prayers for you as you walk this path. Losing a parent is difficult at best. I will always remember your parents kindness to me as a neighbor and as a fellow educator.

Sue Roe Bobalik

Mr. Robertson, COACH, was my (gym teacher @ Dye for 3 years(1961-64), & my freshman basketball coach. Much more than that, he was a strong Christian father figure, to a young man, without a dad! That 1st year of the annexation, 1961-62, he awarded me the Highest Proficancy Award in Phys Ed, for the 7th grade! The confidense that gave me, in a school of good atheletes, was priceless! I never passed him once in the hallways, those 3 years, that he didn't return my greeting! I loved him like a...

Mr. Robertson was my high school principal! He was very kind and showed respect to everyone. I am so sorry for your loss.

Mr. Robertson was a true gentleman, who always took the high road no matter what. He made you feel special and important and was always interested in every student. Thank you for showing all of us at Ainsworth the true meaning of class. RIP

Mr. Robertson was probably my favorite teacher ever at Dye Jr. high School. I don’t know of any of the guys in his gym class that didn’t think he was a guy just like you want to grow up to become as an adult. Mr. Robertson may be in heaven now, but will always be in my mind and heart until I see him again.
Don Baxter
Ainsworth Class of 1966