Taken from Notes Written by Miles Cooper Feb. 12, 1916- his own obituary,

"I, Miles Cooper was born in Delaware Co. Ohio, Feb. 11, 1851. (He departed this life April 1, 1947 age 96 years, one month and 20 days).

I moved with my parents, James and Lucinda Cooper to Fountain Co. Ind. In 1854. We landed at the old home place April 9, 1854. The farm was then known as the John Murdock farm. It was two miles west of Hillsboro, Ind. It is now (1916) owned by Mr. Wallace Epperson. There I spent many happy and joyful days with the boys and girls of my youthful years. Many of my school mates have passed over the river of death. Many of the others have scattered to the four winds. Where our next meeting will be, I cannot tell, for we are all in a race, if we fail in the race, that will determine our next place of meeting.
I lived with father and mother until Feb. 11, 1875. On that day I was united in marriage to Lillie Ann Nicholson, daughter of William M. and Eliza Jane Nicholson. We moved to ourselves March 11, 1875. To this union the Lord gave us eleven children, five sons and six daughters. As to their names, I am not so much interested; but the kind of lives they are living, since that, is the only thing worth our careful notice, in this life.
I was born into the Kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ on the night of Dec. 16, 1873, at the old Harmony church. On that memorable night great joy and gladness came into my life, and I was made to leap for joy. From that night until now I have been trying to lay up Treasure in Heaven. What progress I have made, I do not know. Poor enough, when a few more days or years are passed, I am going out to meet the life that I have lived. My life will determine my future home; and when I am gone bury all of my faults with me and remember them no more. And if you have seen any thing good, retain it for all that is good in man is from God.
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Recollections about Miles Cooper from his Grandson, Earl L. Cooper (my father)

I remember as a little boy (probably about 1925-26) I'd go fishing with Grandpa down by the dam at Hillsboro. We had a couple of cane poles and some worms. I really enjoyed that.

I remember that Grandpa wore out a Bible every year… the pages would get completely tattered.

I remember someone saying to my Dad, "Oh yes, I know your father.. the little man with the white whiskers". Yes, he did have sorta long, thin white whiskers.

I remember Grandpa coming to Indianapolis to visit us and we took him to our church, and he surprised the dickens out of me by frequently and loudly saying AMEN during the sermon and other goings on.

Grandpa had pretty good handwriting. Every year he would write Bible passages on 3X5 cards. Something that he would NOT finish, and then would show the Book, chapter and verse in the Bible. You would have to read to find "the rest of the story".

Grandpa liked to sing all Religious songs, and he could sing pretty good… and loud… and he did. You might be visiting him and talking about a political event or a current event and suddenly he would burst out in song.

I have heard the story that about 20 years or so before he died, he got real sick and the Doctor guaranteed him he would die in a few weeks. So he got a casket, invited everyone to his own funeral (because he wanted it done just the way he wanted it done). On the day of the funeral, there he was in the casket, greeting all the friends and mourners. Then he sang the songs he wanted and preached his own funeral. Then he lived for many many more years. (This was before I was born, and I don't know the authenticity, but heard it lots of times.)