Roger William Coulter

Birth date: Feb 2, 1939 Death date: Sep 6, 2025

Roger William Coulter, age 86, of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, passed away on 09/06/25. in Tulsa, Ok. He was born in Pratt, Kansas to Harold Earl and Hilda Ann (Uhl) Coulter on February 2, 1939. He was raised in Pratt, Kansas and gradu Read Obituary

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Audrey Mross

1w ago

I got to know Roger and Nancy in the early 2000s while Roger and I were serving on the K-State Alumni Association board of directors. What a fun couple! I learned that another board member, Jerry Boettcher, and Roger were excellent singers and we peer-pressured them into performing a duet at one of our meetings. Roger and I swapped ideas to increase KSU alum partcipation in our respective clubs in Tulsa and Dallas. As Nancy's health began to slip, I admired the way Roger did not waiver in his care and love for her. It makes me happy to think they are reunited in heaven.

Richard Wiliams

13w ago

Yes. Proud to say I knew Roger Coulter, or "Rog", as we all called him. We lived less than a city block from each other. My parents encouraged this friendship between us partly because they knew Roger was "academically inclined". He was smart, and did well academically, but Roger had many interests, and was committed to each. He was an "all-rounder" in sports. He had interests in music. And, he loved hunting. We lived on the east side of Pratt, and, in the 50's to the east of us was pretty much natural Kansas prairie. So, every week or so Roger and I would head east with our Daisy BB rifles. Not a sparrow or field mouse or ground squirrel was safe, as we pressed the hunt! I didn't see Roger for several years after HS graduation, but when we met again it was the same old stories, embellished once again. He was a great man and a true success in everything he encountered. Roger Coulter was a great man!

RIP, Roger and Nancy.

Dick Williams, CAPT, USN (Ret), PHS '57

Richard Ross

17w ago

We went hunting for quail in Coldwater, Ks. It was my first time and I couldn’t hit anything. Finally, my father asked if I could hit this lone dove. It was about 20 yards away and the poor dove.

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