Dear Ones, I love you so much. I think of you most every day this month. I didn't know Louie well, but as you know, he commanded the room and all of one's attention. What an irascible character. It is so hard. Please take care... XXOO

How much space do I get to write about your father, Lane and Mila? Corky and I met Lou when he had just come from Philly to Jackson and he was living at the Hill Top club with Jimmy Anderson. I thought he wS a total weirdo. From there were many fishing trips and time spent together , we were each other’s family. Fishing on Leigh Lake , Lou using a lewer called the Amazing Vivith. Lou’s new blue canoe, Herve his car. Though he wrecked a few they all had the same name. Corky said when he was building the house on Lake Louie , when Elvis Presley died he had to take the day off . How we enjoyed his guitar playing and singing. He was our first born’s godfather. How fitting. When you girls were born and your mom decided to go back to work , One of those first morning’s he called me and asked if I could come over and help. He was overwhelmed. Of course I came and held one or both of you.
I worked for your dad at Teton Tintypes when Archie Teater was still alive and his studio was the log building that houses a jewelry store. He was always singing.
You girls were his greatest work. And Susan, your mom was the gift your dad deserved.
I also led Llama trips with your dad. So darn much history. He will be missed. More than words can say. ❤️

I'm writing to extend my deepest sympathy to the Centrella family on the death of Louie Centrellla. I'm Nora Lee (LaTerza) Hoover, daughter of Bob and Sally LaTerza; Bob was one of Louie's mother, Evelyn Centrella's, brothers. I knew Louie's sisters, Susan and Norma, as we were all growing up in the suburbs of Philadelphia a little better than I knew their brothers: Dominic, Michael and Louie. Once Louie left the Philadelphia area, I had no further contact with him, unfortunately. My sister, Marie, let us know that Louie died this week. Our other cousin, Debbie, had sent word to Marie and directed us to this site. When a loved one passes, there's comfort in knowing that he lives on in the memory of those who knew him over the course of his life, however fleetingly. My contact with Louie as a youngster was on the holidays when our father would take us, late in the day, to the Centralla's house where our cousins, aunts and uncles would all be gathered. I'll always remember Louie as he was on the last holidays I saw him: good looking, athletic, with a big personality, and a ready laugh. I'm so sorry for all the pain and suffering that visited him, and those closest to him, in the last years of his life. He was so fortunate, at the end, to be surrounded by a loving family. Lane, your powerful and poignant writing is a gorgeous tribute to your father. Deepest sympathy to you, and to your sister, Mila, and your mother, Susan.

Louie reached out to me today. I was browsing through Instagram, just looking at photos of family and friends when up popped an ad for masks. Not any ordinary mask, but a “Let it be” mask. It didn’t register in my brain quickly enough for me to stop and look more closely. I clicked past it and then realized what I had seen. A black, face mask with “Whisper words of wisdom, let it be” written on it. As soon as my brain sparked what I had seen, I went back. Tried to go back. Couldn’t find it. Did a targeted search. Still no go. Now I’m desperately searching for this mask to no avail. Louie, I see you. Louis, I miss you. I will continue my search for the mask. What a good reminder of so many things.

What a perfect tone and message in your Toyota posting. The last line so "right-on". However, you continue to get me choked up with your way with words and I can't say enough how poignant not just what you say but how you say it grabs me. I loved every single image and info you gave us with every posting. It all so helped to know we were "almost" a part of the wonderful loving group time with Louie's and his final passing . What a gift you have given us. What a gift you three Centrella women had been for Louie. Hug yourselves for the special memorable and incredible time you had with that crazy cool guy.

The main reason I went to Bloomsburg, Mike Smith and Louie Centrella. As Dennnis mentions, many stories about and with Louie. Spring of 1969. The Stevens Trade Open. We won the tournament. Thank you Louie for being part of my life.

Sending so much love to you guys!! xoxoxo 💕I'm gonna miss Louis!! Talk about a one of a kind!!

I was on the wrestling team with Louie at Bloomsburg State College back in 1964-68. Louie, myself and a few others called ourselves the “taxi squad”, often making the starting lineup. Our group, especially my friends Mike Cunningham and Tom Weikel often get together here in PA and reminisce about Louie and our great time at Bloom. This is certainly sad news. The memories and stories about Louie’s life will never be forgotten. Prayers and love for Louie and the Centrella Family! God Bless!
RIP Louie! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️

I love you Uncle Louie. Thank you. You are on easy street now. Cheers to a big life, big buddy.

There is still a light that shines on you.