Milton Stout Rogers was born on April 26, 1938 in Fort Wayne, Indiana to Ruth Stout and Ralph Rogers. They lived in a newly built home on some acres where Milt loved riding his pony "Lassie." They decided to move from the cold winter weather and relocate in Columbus, New Mexico on the border of Mexico where his mother taught elementary school and his father worked for Deming Industries. Milt has fond memories of living in a house with no electricity or indoor plumbing for a time. After they moved to Deming, they were visited by missionaries of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and invited them to dinner every Saturday night. His parents were not very religious, but Milt was enamored with these clean-cut joyful young men and loved talking to them. He was 12 at this time and the Elders often talked about Brigham Young University "BYU." Though he had no idea where or what it was, he was determined to one day go to BYU. In his early teens, the Rogers family relocated to Ventura, California and later (by Divine Design) found job openings in China Lake, California. Milt became acquainted with some boys who were going to BYU, so he went and eagerly immersed himself in a new culture which led to a different kind of immersion: baptism. One summer when he returned home for summer break, he met a girl named Sandra Massaro at a college party though she was still in high school. He soon persuaded Sandy to attend BYU as well. The day they became engaged, Milt got a letter from "Uncle Sam" to report to the United States Army. While he was gone, Sandy was baptized at BYU and they were married in China Lake, California and sealed in the Los Angeles Temple, 5 days later. They spent their 1st year of marriage at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Later they returned to BYU and Milt graduated in Industrial Arts and Sandy in Nursing. Milt will be remembered by different people for different things. He had knowledge of many subjects and knew how to fix most anything and often helped others in this way. He was frugal, yet generous. He was a perfectionist in many things. He will be remembered as the father of six children; a faithful Temple worker; his avid interest in trains; as a high school vocational teacher who began every new school year with "Welcome to Mr. Roger's Neighborhood!" He could be seen building a Geodesic Dome house for a now family of eight, or building a garage for a neighbor, or making wooden projects for Relief Society or furniture for our house. Many remember him as their home teacher. (that was his favorite calling) His favorite scripture was "Now ye are no more strangers and foreigners but fellow citizens with the saints and of the household of God." (Ephesians 2:19) He loved all the friends he and Sandy had made over the years, on missions, in the Church, in neighborhoods, doing volunteer work, etc and considered these friendships among his greatest blessings. Milt was steadfast in his faith and determined to be obedient to God all his life. Some call him dad, grandpa, great-grandpa, son, uncle Milt, sweetheart and friend. Whatever he is called, he will be missed.