I never got to meet my Uncle Wayne.
-- (Marie Wisz, Niece)
I lived across the street from Wayne, and we used to race home for lunch everyday -- the guy could run. We were just getting to know each other, and well he was gone. I missed seeing him across the street always wanting to run. His dad had a pick-up which was odd in those days and he was gone for long hours, I think Wayne said he was some kind of farmer.
Always, John R.
-- (John Raymond, Friend)
Wayne was my dad's (T. Satala) cousin. Although he passed long before I was born, I think of him and pray for him and his family.
-- (Nancy Satala, Cousin)
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