Jim Zierolf
i boweld with norm i was the one how put his ball first on the rack so he could find it
or we would be there util he found this ball a great guy jim zierolf (and he beat me)
Birth date: Oct 25, 1921 Death date: Feb 21, 2020
Norman Ludwig Sodman, 98 October 25, 1921- February 21, 2020 Beloved husband, brother, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, uncle, and friend passed away at Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City, CA, February 21, 2020. Norm was bo Read Obituary
i boweld with norm i was the one how put his ball first on the rack so he could find it
or we would be there util he found this ball a great guy jim zierolf (and he beat me)
I only knew Norm for a couple of years through the SIRS bowling leagues at Bel Mateo Bowl but I can attest that he was an inspiration to me and all of us “youngsters”. On the lanes we affectionately referred to him as “Stormin’ Norman”. I wasn’t aware of his history until I read his obit but I’m not surprised at what he was able to accomplish during his long and productive life. His WWII Silver Star is impressive but not unexpected - they don’t much build men like Norm anymore. He is greatly missed.
Ed Bruzzone
It’s always intrigued me, this idea of how we appear differently in different stages of our lives, depending on our changing interests or abilities, our age or our health, or simply what activities or subjects we might get introduced to by people we meet and spend time with. It means that new people we meet don’t have the opportunity to know us in our fullness in the same way that we know ourselves or that others who have known us all our lives perceive us. We carry all the experiences of our lives with us, and if we know a person for a while, they might dribble out in conversation over the years …but probably not all of them. That is the richness that comes from us all sharing our memories…that perhaps we can piece together a mosaic of the man that Dad was – the man, husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, friend, competitor, etc. that he was.
When I was a little girl, Dad used to tell my brother Steve and me bedtime stories about Bugs and Chugs who were rabbits in the army. I don’t remember the exact content of those stories, but I remember the characters, and I came to learn that the stories he told us were based on funny experiences he had had in the army. As I got older, he added more pieces to those stories, and very recently, he told me of the really frightening aspects of those experiences…what danger he had actually been in as a forward observer for the infantry...the story of how he had earned his silver star for bravery.