​Here are some memories that family members shared about Norman:

June 10, 1929 to December 19, 2020

 Norman Anthony Fuller 

Wedding Poems - Antonia's to Norman and Norman's to Antonia:

Memories of my Father: Iira Sinkari

From: Iira Sinkari
Subject: Memories

When I think about my Dad I think of his love of nature and appreciation of beauty.
Here is a poem By William Wordsworth that he shared with me:
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they                                                                   

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant of in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



Memories of my Father: Helga Fuller

From: Helga Fuller
Subject: thoughts

Dear Dad, 

The earliest memory I have of you is the story of the tiger hunter. The women go to get the water and one of them is grabbed by a tiger and so the tiger hunter is called and he comes and builds a platform hidden in a tree and waits for the tiger to come back. I remember mostly the description of the hunter waiting and waiting hidden by the leaves of the tree. It think this had special meaning for me because I knew that you came from a faraway place that was very different - where there were tigers and women carried water on their heads along footpaths - which all seemed exotic and magical to me.

Another memory I have is of big tables at restaurants where you were paying for everyone. I remember your spirit of generosity filling the space, your desire to support others to learn, acquire skills, improve themselves, prosper and live big bold lives full of tastes and colors. I remember so many times where you offered to pay for someone's schooling and your deep desire to help them to expand themselves through education.

And looking through old pictures where it does look like I could sometimes use a fashion make-over, you always have a style that is dashing, turned out, and never turned in on itself or cramped up. 

I think, though, that the most important legacy you leave to me is your immense and never tiring wonder of the universe. How did it get here? What is it? How can there be both such boundless distances and such tiny details - as if endless in both directions?I learned from you that a person who keeps their mind open to the mysteries of creation has a gift more valuable than any other, as it spans all space and time.

Memories of my Father: Hans Fuller

From: Hans Fuller
Subject: Some of my memories with you...

Hi Dad - I wanted to share with you some of my memories…just some random things that stick in my mind, some things we did together...

  • You played Linda Ronstadt singing Blue Bayou on the 8-track in one of your big American cars.
  • Cars you had: A big white Ford LTD, the powder blue Bonneville, The red Cadillac with the white interior.
  • The picture of Barbara Walters on your desk.
  • Food at your apartment on weekends: Picking up Bojangles in sketchy parts of SE DC, Making meatball curry, drinking cream soda, corned beef hash for breakfast.
  • Sweating when you ate spicy food.
  • Deep sea fishing on party boats, bologna sandwiches and drinking and of warm coke. A freezer full of Bluefish or Bonita that would be made into fish curry later on.
  • Charter fishing: one time in the Keys when we had a  car accident on the way down (still went fishing), another time for your retirement where we paid extra to go expat far out…I was seismic the whole time, you had heatstroke.
  • Trout fishing in stocked ponds and off piers. You having long conversations with the locals about how to fish, what fish were in there.
  • Sherpherdstown WVA and German dancing/food. We kids would run wild while you danced to oompah bands. We’d stop at a truckstop on the way home for dinner.
  • Christmas Eve dinner at a Chinese restaurant w/ Peking duck and your favorite Chinese restaurant drink: the Suffering Bastard, which I think you liked ordering so you could say ‘bastard’ in front of us kids.
  • Visiting your in various places in Florida and becoming a ‘local’ in each: Miami, Tampa, Jacksonville, St. Augustine. I liked being a temporary part of those households.
  • Your quiet but full-body-shaking laughter when something was really funny…accompanied by a big smile and bright eyes.

I love you Dad,

Memories of my Grandfather: Delaney Fuller
From: Delaney Fuller
Subject: Memories

Dear Grandpa,

I thought I would send some of my favorite memories I’ve shared with you, as well as some thoughts. 

I think of you most when I see the book about Hinduism that you sent me on my shelf, or the gold ring with blue gemstones you gave me. I remember you telling me little stories as I grew up about your life in India. I remember the time I came out of the bathroom from taking a shower with my wet hair wrapped in a towel to dry, and you said I looked beautiful in my “turban” which I thought was funny because I hadn’t thought about it that way. I also remember going to your favorite Indian restaurant for the lunch buffet and they always had Bollywood dancing on the T.V. Although I don’t look like I have Indian blood, I’m always proud to tell new friends about my family’s heritage because of you, and I hope I can meet more of our relatives there some day.

My most recent favorite moment was last year for your 90th birthday. As soon as we sat down at the table, you had already begun talking about the concept of “infinity”. I’ve always appreciated your interest in education and learning about space, science and history.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for our family, I love you Grandpa!


Memories of my Grandfather: Jack Fuller

From: Jack Fuller
Subject: Favorite Grandpa memories

  • Our trips to Singletons seafood shack
  • Bringing lizards that we caught back to your house
  • Going to the beach in St Augustine 
  • Watching nature documentaries and listening to new things that you learned
  • Watching jeopardy and being surprised at everything that you knew
  • Your quick and witty remarks while eating with the family
  • Your stories about your life as a boy in India
  • Your explanation of our complicated family tree and the crazy lives each one of them lived
  • Listening to you sing your favorite songs 
  • Watching your eyes light up when Avery the crow visits you from the backyard



Memories of my Grandfather: Andersen Fuller

From: Andersen Fuller
Subject: To Grandpa From Andersen


I have so many memories with you in Jacksonville. I appreciate all of the talks we've had in the sunroom after meals and the trips to Singletons seafood shack! Hearing you talk about our family's genealogy always excited me. I was inspired by your passion to discover new things about our family's history as well as your attempts to connect with distant relatives. I am very interested in investment after seeing your Charles Schwabb portfolio and especially real estate investment after hearing you and Nani talk about your own property. I appreciate the laughter you always bring to your guests and hearing you sing your favorite childhood songs.

I love you,

Memories of my Father-in Law: Jennifer Fuller

From: Jen and Hans Fuller
Subject: Thoughts about Norman, my father-in-law

Dear Norman,

I am so grateful for you. You raised an amazing son, who became a loving husband and father. For that, I am forever thankful.  

I am also grateful for the way you welcomed me into your family and the respect you gave me as a daughter-in-law and mother to Delaney, Jack and Andersen. You have always been generous with your love and praise. I feel it lovingly.

The first time we met, you took Hans and I to Jean Louis in the Watergate Hotel in Washington, D.C. Your impeccable taste and love of beautiful things and delicious food is something I have loved sharing.

You are in our thoughts and hearts, always.