| CONDOLENCES (GuestBook) |
9/24/2015 Romina
, , Italy
We are deeply saddened by hearing the loss of a great lovely man John Cooper,from far away sending prayers,flowers and tears to his grave and our sincere condolences to the whole family. Romina-Bo Kertbo
9/25/2015 Nancy Bloom
Lafayette, IN, USA
Dear Rev and family, May the love of friends, prayer, and the wonderful memories of your Dad help you get you through the next days. Much love to you Reg. my dear friend!
9/25/2015 Denny Harris
Naples, Florida, US
So sorry for your loss! My condolences to a great family.
9/25/2015 Rick Cooper
Westford, MA, USA
“Moooooooo-ooo!” We’d always hear his horn before we’d see his car. “It’s Uncle John! It’s Uncle John!” Yes, the sound of Uncle John’s cow horn was always cause for joy and celebration among the cousins. After all, he was the one who thought everything we did was hilarious and verified that with a laugh that could be heard for blocks. Plus, he could talk like Donald Duck. I mean, he could *talk* like Donald Duck and we could understand every word. How I envied that. Our family has no lack of storytellers but John was among the best, regaling us with tales of Brookline Village ‘Townie’ days and some family escapades that our parents never would have shared. On a trip to Nova Scotia with my dad and Cyril, John found and proudly showed me the famous Rock at Sheet Harbour. This is a boulder the size of a baby elephant sitting on the rocky shoreline near Grammy Cooper’s childhood home. Clearly engraved in the stone are the names of Reg Cooper, John I. Cooper (which I thought a little formal for Uncle John) and the mysterious Mary Athy. “Oh, she was just some girl,” John says with a shrug and maybe a bit of a blush. But since her name was chiseled into granite using a found nail and a rock for a hammer I think there may have been more to that story. I was working with John on one of my dad’s construction projects one day when John reached into his toolbox and produced a pair of horseshoes welded together with short lengths of chain encircled with an iron ring. A puzzle. Uncle John carried toys in his toolbox! He put the rig behind his back and in a few seconds brought it out with the iron ring in one hand and the horseshoe rig in the other. Then they disappeared behind his back again and quickly re-appeared re-assembled. I figured the trick out after awhile, but it so fascinated me I bought the same puzzle the first time I saw one for sale. My granddaughter is equally enthralled with it today. About noontime that same day John popped the top on a can of beer, raised it in salute and announced, “First one of the day!” At mid-afternoon he opened another and proclaimed, “First one of the day!” Here’s to you Uncle John. Give Aunt Nancy a hug for me.
9/25/2015 Janet Bates
Wilmington, MA, USA
Whenever there was a family gathering everyone wanted to be around Uncle Johnny, the most engaging story teller ever. We all loved him dearly. God bless Uncle John.
9/25/2015 Mary Ellen DiRosario
Buckeye, Az, Usa
Reggie, I am so sorry to hear of your dads passing but know that he is in good hands on his way to Heaven. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Mary Ellen