January 29, 1928 – May 25, 2019
Wayne Honnor, 91, of Lincoln, NE, passed away May 25, 2019. He was born January 29, 1928 in Roca, NE to Herman and Fern Honnor. Preceded in death by his parents; sister, Bernice Robinson; sister, Viola Northrop; twin brother, Wilbur Honnor and stepdaughter, Terri Diane Maddox. Survived by wife of 49 years, Shirley Honnor; children, Marlene Wiest, Sharlene Carmichael (Dave), Julie Alm, Thomas Maddox, Cory Maddox and Philip Maddox; 10 grandchildren and 12 great grandchildren. CELEBRATION OF LIFE SERVICE Friday, June 14, 2019 at 3pm Lincoln Memorial Funeral Home, 6800 S. 14th Street. Condolences:lincolnfh.com
- Jesse Maddox, Honorary Pallbearer
- Joshua Maddox, Honorary Pallbearer
- Justin Jones, Honorary Pallbearer
- Casey Jones, Honorary Pallbearer
- Cody Burrows, Honorary Pallbearer
- Shelby Wiest, Honorary Pallbearer
- Matthew Wiest, Honorary Pallbearer
- Kaelee Douche, Honorary Pallbearer
- Alex Maddox, Honorary Pallbearer
- Annie Maddox, Honorary Pallbearer
- Celebration of Life Service Friday, June 14, 2019
June 13, 2019
I read that you can tell where a beautiful soul has been by the tears and smiles left behind. Well Uncle Wayne was that person; he always had a twinkle in his eye and a funny (and always clean) story) to tell. You will be missed by all. With our deepest sympathy, Roger & Diane
June 12, 2019
Uncle Wayne was a very special person to my family. My Mother, Viola leaned on him when my Father passed away and again when she loss George. She always looked forward to his visits. They would sit and reminence the stories of growing up.
Uncle Wayne loved to tell stories. Had a sweet tooth.
He made a bird house for Viola and we kids heard time after time after she moved to Clark Jeary "What did you kids do with the bird house?.
Doug and I send our deepest condolences to Uncle Wayne's family.
Now the Honnor kids are all together again. What a reunion that must be.
June 12, 2019
Uncle Wayne was a special brother to my mother Viola. She leaned on him when our Dad passed away. Again when she loss George. He would just stop by her house and check in. I know she always looked forward to his visits when she was at Clark Jeary. . We kids heard time after time what did we do with the bird house Uncle Wayne built for her.
He was a story teller, like candy and helped with many a task.
Now the Honnor kids are all together again leaving us with heartfelt memories.
Doug and I send our deepest condolences to Wayne's family.
He was loved by many.
June 12, 2019
Where do I start? He was a great example, teaching hard work. to do a job well, and to enjoy work. He was the hardest working guy I knew. He loved farming crops ,cattle, helping others. When it came to hay hauling he set the bar high out working his help and getting the job done fast and enjoying the job.
I learned how to take care of your cattle first with food and shelter before you ate and got comfortable. Wayne always had quality cows and they showed the care he gave them'
Snowmobiling on weekends was family get together time, great fun and memories were made and are looked back on with laughter.
There is not enough space or time for me to recollect all the events, or life lessons that I enjoyed with him.
I enjoyed our time Good Bye Uncle Wayne
June 6, 2019
I have known Wayne and Shirley since the late '60s at St. James U. Methodist Church which is now a three-church "blending" called New Visions Community U. Meth. Church. Wayne was what you'd call a gentle giant in my estimation. He helped put up the old St. James state fair booth (in the day) without complaint every year---just that wonderful sense of humor. Even when I visited them recently here in Lincoln, I was amazed he could always recite the alphabet BACKWARDS! If anyone would so desire, Shirley can be contacted at The Kensington Room 409 --105 N. 6th St. Beatrice, NE 68310
June 4, 2019
They say Father Time is undefeated, but if anyone had a chance to beat him, I figured it would be Grandpa. He always seemed so big and tough to me. As a kid, I loved him, but I didn't want to mess with him. Every time I saw him - even into adulthood - he looked the same as the last time I saw him. I figured he either wasn't aging or that maybe Father Time didn't want to mess with him either. He sure put up a good fight.
I remember camping trips in the Fifth Wheel, exploring the farm, and spending Thanksgivings, Easters, and Christmases at his house - especially in Rokeby. After I moved to California, I didn't call or visit as often as I should have or wish I would have. That never seemed to affect our relationship. Every time I visited when I flew home, he was kind and funny (as long as I didn't get in front of the TV while Wheel of Fortune was on). He had a great, dry sense of humor and a knack for building puzzles. My kids only got to see him a handful of times, if that. The older ones remember him as nice. They don't seem to fear him as I did when I was a kid, so he must have softened up in his older years.
Now that I'm older and have kids of my own, I respect what Grandpa did much more than ever. He took responsibility for kids and grand kids that weren't his blood. I would have never known he is not my blood relative because of the way he treated me. He always treated me like his Grandson, and I'll always know and love him as my Grandpa.
May 31, 2019
I lived in the old farmhouse on Rokeby road back in the 1970's. I called it Rokeby Acres. Wayne farmed the land at that location. I saw him nearly every day during the time I lived there. One of my favorite memories with Wayne was coming home from work one day during the calving season. He was waiting for me by the back door of the house and said he needed my help. He told to go get changed into some old clothes and meet out at the barn as soon as possible. I did just that and ran out to the barn. We went inside and he had one of his pregnant cows (in labor)tied up in a pen in the barn. He said that I was going to help help him "pull" the calf but I really didn't know what that meant. I was a city boy from Omaha. He then proceeded to explain everything to me as he reached into the cow and wrapped a chain around the legs of the calf. We then tugged and pulled the newborn calf out. The calf looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I was so moved by it. Wayne stood there looking at me with a smile on his face a said a big "thank you" to me. I last saw Wayne maybe 20 years ago or so when I came to Lincoln for a college reunion. I live in Albuquerque NM now. I have often thought about Wayne over the years and all the wonderful conversations and experiences we had at that farm, much of which I have shared with my wife and son. I'll see you on the other side Wayne. I will always remember you.
May 29, 2019
Shirley and family.
It is very difficult losing a man as kind and decent, as your husband, Wayne.
Although I didn’t know him well, I remember his dignified presence at St.James church, and always thought, what a wonderful looking couple you made, and how much you loved each other. God is with all of you.