Wayne Alton Hawley

I shall miss Wayne. He was an avid supporter of all my theatre activities. His expressive, booming voice always encouraged me.

When The Library Closes  (In memory of Wayne Hawley)  by Raymond V. Whelan When the library closes  It is the saddest time of day  As readers break away from safe shelter  Of inside quiet light outside into baddest night.   Yet those readers will not bleed as their thumbs grab their graceful mental treasures and journey into the ominous world because  They will take hope better choice than any careless fake dope.  And wherever they roam toward whatever  Place they call home the heroic...

My deepest condolences to the entire Hawley family. I have such fond memories of Pastor Wayne when I was a kid going to United Methodist Church in Ida. He always had such a good nature about him and he never took himself too seriously. As an adult I´m able to reflect on this and realize how approachable it made both religion and the Methodist Church. I´ve made a donation to Austin NPR in his honor and hope that his legacy will continue to live on in the lives of others he influenced.

Prayers for the family of Wayne Hawley.