Roger's page of Friends, Family, Values, and fun! 

I'll start by telling of my love for my family, love for God, and feelings of patriotism.  All are very important to who and what I am.  I am the luckiest man alive, and I'm very happy where I've been led now. 

Here is a picture of me when I retired from the Army.   The Army meant a lot to me, and was great for me and Sandy.  I think my sons would give you different answers, since they never got the feelings of having roots at any place.  We saw a lot and have made the rounds.  The picture was taken as I said goodbye to the cadets at Notre Dame, where I was teaching ROTC when I retired.

                                Would you believe I have been knighted in the order of St George?  

I have a desire for the world to learn more respect towards those who risk their lives in the name of patriotism and defense of the nation.  Not the separatists who have no concept of what freedom is.  How can you know what it is without ever looking at what it is not?  Go to another country and see what they live like and what they feel.   It is the surest way to learn to appreciate America.  I am proud to be a red-neck and supporter of our military.  It was said (or paraphrased) "I may not agree with what you have to say, but I defend to the death your right to say it."   Freedom of speech may include burning the flag, but try to burn mine, on MY ground, and let me show you what an old warrior thinks of it - up close and personal!

  Let me share with you some of the things that have helped me become what I am, for whatever you think that is, or what it is worth...  

This is my father, William "Bill" A. Norfolk.  During World War II he was known by many as "Smokey". He was a survivor of the Bataan Death march.  He is at rest now.  In his last years he often was in the prisoner of war camp in his head.  He was a common laborer all his life, and can make anything out of nothing, a true scrounge at heart.  His mirth and work ethic is, and always will be, a part of what makes me what I am.  I love you Dad.

This is what dad looked like near the end.  He was in a nursing home for a few years.  The rest of us guys are mugging for the camera.  These are the Norfolk males of my immediate family.
Saluting the Flag during the National Anthem.  Too weak to stand, but still a warrior's heart.

My maternal grandfather, Ed J. "Pop" Schaeffer.  He was a friend to all.  I never heard a cross word given to anyone.  He was a blacksmith, and gave to the community all his life.  He wore a size 2 shoe, but cast a giant shadow.  I admire him and what he was able to accomplish. 

Ich liebe dich, Opa!


Here is the rest of my immediate family.  My mother, Helen, Dad, some wandering guy in a uniform, and my beautiful sister, Becky.  In a small town your family is even more important and shapes you a lot.  Thanks family.  Add Marvin, Becky's husband, and her three kids, Mandy, Joshua, and Wesley to a full and good family. 

I want to add to this list my in-laws, including Forrest and Janet, nephews, and all.  They are great!   Richard is a father to me as well. 

And, my grandparents, Uncles Bud and Charlie, Aunts Anita and Liz, cousins Schaef, who is more of a brother, Kelly, who is more of a sister, and Scott. 


Monday in the Cafeteria
By Melly Stigers

He sits; quietly, calmly.  He is tall, long and lean.  Pushing the generic cafeteria tray onto the table, he adjusts his body into a more comfortable position.  There is no one else to share his table despite the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria.  He looks around for a moment, glass-rimed eyes giving a quick scan; and then, resting the tanned forehead flesh into one hand, he lowers both head and eyes.  He has not touched the tray save to move it from his elbow.  His forehead shines and there are sprinkles of salt throughout his peppery colored hair.  For this moment there is no one in the world but himself.  He hears no sound, sees nothing but in the inner mixture of faith and thanksgiving.  Silently, with head in hand, he prays.

One day in the cafeteria a young co-worker walked up and handed me this piece she wrote after watching me say grace...

This is a message of thanksgiving to all who see it.  I am richly blessed and have values that I hold dear.  If there is nothing you would die for, you have never truly lived.

My personal motto I made long ago.. 
 "The Greatest gift you can give to your descendants is the continuance of Freedom!"

The Eagle is my Spirit Guide.  I take nothing away from my faith in God as I search what truths the Cherokee knew.  Chris is the one that pointed out how my dreams coincided with feelings...  I do not claim anything supernatural, maybe just a closer feeling of connectedness with them.



As I grow older, I have begun to search for more about my past.  I have heard many stories about my Great-Grandfather being left on a doorstep during the Trail of Tears when the Cherokee Nation was displaced from the Carolinas to Oklahoma.   I recently learned that almost all of the groups crossed the Mississippi at Cape Girardeau, Missouri.  I admire many of the things that the Indians held dear.   Click on the Seal of the Cherokee Nation to go to their site.

Sometimes the guys and I get a b it fuzzy....
My time in the Army was spent as a Tanker, and Sabot (my email address) is a tank bullet... traveling at better than a mile a second.  Gives a whole new meaning to "reach out and touch"  I spent 3 years in the 1/13th Tank Battalion, Illesheim Germany (1976 - 1979), part of the First Brigade of the First Armored Division.   I loved tanks!  But the Army had different designs for me to follow.  I spent most of my time teaching ROTC (1983 - 1986 at Northeast Missouri State University and 1993 - 1996 at Notre Dame), or our 9 years  in the Armor School at Fort Knox, Kentucky.  Wow was Kentucky ever a nice place... And, we celebrate the Kentucky derby each year!


I was honored to run with the Olympic Torch as a Support Runner on 5 January, 2002.  The day was also the 28th anniversary of our marriage, and we have been together for 30 years.  I was on the front page of the Racine Wisconsin newspaper with Jim Demetriou, a local hero who has given of himself to the youth of the community by starting, sponsoring, and coaching numerous soccer organizations.  I was honored to be with him, and all the other torch bearers.  Their stories included 3 cancer survivors, one double-lung transplant, and a kidney transplant.  They were awe inspiring.  

Running with the Olympic Torch was really an honor and another blessing.  Sandy nominated me, but does not remember what she said.  I met a guy who had nominated himself "60 times" and was not selected.

This is Emily Mason a cancer survivor who was nominated by her Cross Country Coach (She was an All American in Cross Country)!  She ran faster than a speeding bullet.  If the second runner had run at the same speed, I'd still be face-down in the street.  She let me run with the torch for a bit!

I was on the front page of the Racine newspaper which showed me and Jim Demetriou, he was the second runner I "supported".  

Click on the picture of Sandy and me for a larger view right after the run.


I have had several motorcucles in my years, but Honda-san served me for about 9 years - and then I got....

Suzy.  I rode her for over 28 years.  The mechanics nowadays don't know how to adjust the carburetors of a 1979 Suzuki GS850GN - so I parted with her - reluctantly...

So, I parted with her (got had in the trade in... and Bought the Hammer.

A 2005 Yamaha V-Star Custom...  I got it used and have now made her mine.