Roger Dale Floyd

I taught school at Mannford when Roger and Londa lived there. They only had Reesie had the time, and I remember how much Roger adored his little girl and her mother. I also remember Roger as a man of principle who was an excellent teacher but who also loved to have fun and to laugh. I can still see his hands in the air touchdown style when he and his partner would win the rolling chair races in the hallway at lunch. He was so tall his fingers would almost brush the ceiling tiles. ...

Roger, my memories of you are still fresh. My sadness with your passing is more for not knowing the man you became. My heart is filled with love for you and your whole family. We grew up together not always in the best of times but having you as a cousin helped with making even the bad times better. One of a kind, Roger. Very Proud to have had the times we had. God Bless, Sandy

Roger was always the same, as a child and a man---good, kind, humble. He was a gentle man with great strength and deep character. I know because I was always there and you can't fool your sister. It's been said that reputation is what others know about you, and character is what God knows about you. Roger's reputation and character were the same thing. There was no duplicity in his spirit. I will always miss him---my Irish twin. Roger's sister, Nancy

There are so many great memories of Roger’s friendship that it is impossible to select any single event to recall. Fishing for Stripped Bass below Keystone with Ed Bell, enjoying laughter and camaraderie at a Dallas Cowboy’s football game, doing what he told me to do when installing ductwork for my new air conditioner, the day he unexpectedly located one of the snakes I kept in my classroom in his workroom locker, playing bridge with a true competitor, swimming from our boat to another to...

Growing up with Roger as a family member taught me about love, honesty and integrity.
Roger was for me, the man by which all men are measured.
I love and miss you Rog,

Coach was one of the few coaches that could yell at my kids and the mother hen in me didn't want to tear into him. I would just laugh. I knew he liked them and in a few minutes he would be standing with his arm around them explaining something. He was just a good guy that I trusted with them completely. We were better for having him in our lives.
Jim and Carol Whiles
Barnsdall, OK (formerly of Mannford)

"Coach", was by far my favorite coach and teacher. I called him Roger once (nearly 30 years ago) and found myself running a few bleachers. So, I will continue to refer to him as "Coach". He had a subtle way of teaching you lessons that you didn't soon forget. I have many fond memories of "Coach Floyd". I was a regular gum chewer in his 9th grade history class. He told me day after day to "get rid of it" and then he would smile. Until one day, he didn't tell me to "get rid of it" with...

Coach Floyd was standing inside the front door of his home behind the glass storm door (which I couldn't see through from the outside) the Halloween night that I covered his yard in toilet paper. He never said anything directly about it but I found a roll of TP on the top seat of the bleachers when I started running the 100 times up and down for what I thought was for no reason! He was an incredible man who saw more in me than I saw in myself. I am now a minister and have often quoted...

Coach Floyd was my Oklahoma history teacher when I was a freshman at Mannford High School in 1978-79. He taught us in a lecture format, which was so "grown up" for those of us new to high school. I enjoyed his class very much and have fond memories of him sitting on the desk talking about the Oklahoma Land Run.