Lou was born and raised in Salt Lake City Utah to Peter and Hendrika “Susie” Nordhoff. He was the oldest of three sons.
He graduated from West High then went to the U of U. He then served A 2 ½ year mission to Holland for the LDS Church. He served in and was honorably discharged from the US Army. He was an excellent marksman with a rifle and served on the Fort Douglas Rifle Team during his military service.
He worked and retired from Hill Air Force Base after working there for nearly 40 years. Lou grew up hunting and fishing with his dad and two brothers. They loved to hunt ducks, geese, pheasants, deer, elk, and any other wildlife. He LOVED HIS BOAT! Lou spent many happy times at Lake Powell and Flaming Gorge with family and friends.
Louis was especially kind and loving. He devoted his life to his children and grandchildren. He also spent many hours caring and teaching the two grandson’s, Brandon and Harley, that lived in his home. These two “littles” grew up as “Lou’s side kicks” and went from little boys to young men.
It was often said that Louis “had the patience of Job. As a mechanic, he could fix almost anything. During his employment at Hill Air Force Base, he repaired many aircraft canopies and was a plastic expert.
He is survived by his younger brother Paul (Jackie), his son Stephen (Amy) , three daughters: Shauna, Shelli, and Sinda. grandchildren: Toby, (Kelsey), T.J., Chanae Anderson (Ben) , Tyler, Cierra, Brandon and Harley, six great granddaughters: Cyrina, Bentley, Ainslee, Maura, Aeris, and Summer. He was preceded in death by his father Peter and his mother Susie and his brother Peter A. Nordhoff.
A graveside memorial service will be held at 12:00 noon on Monday, October 18, 2021 at Larkin Sunset Gardens, 1950 East Dimple Dell Road (10600 South), Sandy, UT. Please share a memory of Lou with his family at larkincares.com.
A special big THANK YOU should go out to Lou’s three wonderful daughters who cared for him during his declining years.
Ole Louis “S”…. He is a great guy and a fun one to have around on hunting trips. If him and Peter “a” weren’t around, who would’ve given my dad (Paul “l”) hell? He always thought that deer were “over the next hill”. No matter how many hills we went over, it was always the next one. I remember a time when we saw a four-point bug that was wounded running away from us about four or 500 yards away. And he got down and thought he would take a couple shots at it just to put it out of its misery. And the first one was a little low he adjusted and hit the second one getting the deer. He was a very good shot and very pleasant to be around. He will be missed dearly but I’m sure that God has a work for him to do. Love you Lou