Funeral service will be held at 11:00AM on Tuesday December 6, 2022 at Wiebe Funeral Chapel, Morden with interment to follow at Southside Cemetery. Viewing will be from 1PM-8PM on Monday at Wiebe Funeral Chapel, Morden. Donations may be made in Ed's memory to the Dream Factory.
Edward Elmer Loutchan
1937 ~ 2022
How do you sum up the life of such an amazing and loving man in one short eulogy? We’re going to do our best to do you justice Dad.
Edward Elmer Loutchan was born on July 18, 1937 to Walter and Mary (Noheil) Loutchan of Windygates, MB. Dad was a mischievous little boy that no doubt was 100% responsible for his parent’s wrinkles. At four years old, he decided he was off on an adventure, loaded his wagon with sealers of water and a loaf of Baba’s bread and started off down the road to his grandparent’s house. Less than a mile away, his dad found him and brought him home. Dad would hide in the bushes “chopping wood”. His mom, frantically calling his name, was answered with a tiny call back of “Cho, Cho”? which meant what, what? Always a helper, dad and his sister Ruby chopped the legs off numerous chickens, because they were tired of being chased by them. Butchering day came early at the Loutchan’s that year.
Dad met mom on May 13, 1967 outside the old Arlington Hotel in Morden, MB. When mom gave her phone number to him, he was convinced it was a fake number because it literally consisted of 2 numbers completing a seven-digit number. Mom politely replied back “Well, if you don’t believe me then we don’t even have a chance”. Next day when she was back in Winnipeg, the phone rang, and it was him saying “It is a real number, isn’t it?” After a whirlwind courtship, they were married on April 13, 1968. The first year of marriage, Mom was in the hospital more than at home, and Dad was by her side the whole time. An emergency appendectomy on June 15 was performed, and after waking up, the doctor informed them that “he saved the baby”. It was at that moment their family began to grow. In January of 1969, their first child was born. Chuck was Morden’s New Year’s baby. Two years later, a second child was to join the family, but that wasn’t meant to be. After giving up hope of a larger family, in September of 1973, their daughter Kris came along. From a young age, dad was tasked with running the farm. At the age of 8. He was running the binder. As years went on, he’d be throwing bales and picking stones. So many stones. Dad ran a mixed farming operation complete with cows, pigs, horses, goats and poultry as well as various grains. Dad took pride in everything he did. His livestock were important to him, and were regarded as friends. His main concern first thing every morning and evening was the welfare of his animals. Every Christmas Eve, he would visit with them and wish them all a Merry Christmas. In 1980, the farm was sold and the family was moved to Morden, MB. Dad worked various jobs, finally settling at Southman Agri Sales where he started out as a mechanic, retired as a well loved and respected parts man.
Dad was predeceased by his parents Walter Loutchan and Mary (Noheil) Loutchan, his father-in-law Otto Kube, mother-in-law Pearl (Turick) Kube, sisters Florence, Lydia, and Ruby, Granddaughter Emily and numerous nieces and nephews. Dad is survived by his wife of 54 years, Ruth Loutchan, nee Kube, son Chuck (Kelly) Loutchan, daughter Kris Loutchan, grandchildren Mykayla, Cullen, Jonathan and Lachlan.
The most important thing to Dad was his family. His loving wife Ruth, son Chuck, daughter Kris, Grandchildren Mykayla, Cullen, Jonathan and Lachlan were his whole life. The love extended to his daughter-in-law Kelly when she joined the family. He loved us unconditionally and without judgement even when we did something stupid, and we did a lot of stupid things. Dad and Mom made sure we had a fun and exiting childhood. Most summers we took off in the family motorhome to explore somewhere new and exiting. Numerous trips were made to the Black Hills, out west to the mountains and on one occasion, right to the Pacific Ocean. Much to my dismay, Chuck would somehow talk Dad into pointless trips to museums and battlefields. Why battlefields? Because Dad gave Chuck an unnatural love for history. As many of you don’t know, our Dad rode with General George Armstrong Custer and had Chuck convinced of that for years.
Fast forward a couple decades to when Grandpa and Grandma decided it was time to take Mykayla travelling. My fondest memory was when we were looking for a motel quite late at night because somebody, I wonder who, refused to book in advance. We pulled up to what Grandpa thought was a “pretty odd-looking hotel”. Well odd was right because it turned out to be a halfway house complete with a junkie sitting on the step hooked up to an IV pole. Never in my life have I seen him run out of a building so fast. He jumped into the van threw it in reverse and we were back off to the interstate. Apparently, that specific town was no good so we would try the next one over. Sometime on yet another trip down south we went to Wisconsin. Me being around 10 years old has one destination in mind: The Waterparks. Grandpa always made good on his promises and this time was no exception, well sort of. I did get to “see” the waterpark. See being the key word. As we drove right by it one sunny afternoon, Grandpa pointed and said look Kaylie there they are! I got so darn excited until I realized that was that and we drove right past. But don’t worry we checked out some type of museum instead.
The Grandchildren were the apples of Grandpa’s eye! He found out about the arrival of grandchild #1 on a sunny summer day in 1997. I was terrified to break the news, being that I was unmarried at the time. As soon as I told Dad and Mom, I was pregnant, I burst into tears, certain I was being disowned. I worried for nothing. Both were beyond excited. On the day little Mykayla was to make her appearance into the world, they hopped into the car, lost the muffler on the way in, Dad did a supper fast fix and continued on their way to the city. Dad spent the whole night rubbing my back, walking the halls and praying. The buttons on his shirt almost popped off with pride when he heard his Granddaughter’s first cries. Mykayla soon became his little “Pumpkin”. He was wrapped around her little finger and remained that way for nearly 25 years. 11 years later, Dad found himself in a waiting room for days waiting for his first grandson to be born. Cullen was a stubborn one and made everyone wait forever for his arrival. Dad remained patient and calm through it all. Jonathan came 2 months later, then our sweet Lachlan 2 years later. Once Cullen and Lachlan got older, they would talk Grandpa into metal detecting, searching for lost treasures. Jonathan would bug him constantly to play checkers and wouldn’t give up until he finally figured out a way to win against Grandpa. Dad always looked forward to talking to and spending time with all 4. Dad took his grandpa roll seriously. Cullen and Lachlan would spend a few days during the summer and at Grandpa and Grandma’s house making memories, playing games, shopping and just hanging out. Grandpa always loved how much concern Lachlan would show for his well being. He’d sit and listen to Lachlan ramble on, get confused but agree with the little guy anyway. Jonathan would kick out the women and have Guy Night where he expected Grandpa to fry some farmer sausage for supper. After school, grandpa would pick up Jonathan, go for consommé soup before bringing him home even though I said it was not needed. For the last couple weeks Grandpa gave Jonathan, or as he affectionately called him, To Jo, a job. At the end of a visit, Jonathan was tasked with tucking Grandpa in so he’d stay warm. Dad was a fix-it-guy at heart. There was nothing he couldn’t fix. Sometimes his fixes made us scratch our heads and look at him with an “are you serious” look. For example, back in 2003, one board on our deck was rotten, causing Mykayla to trip, fall off the deck and land on the cement. The very next day, I came home from work, Dad is standing there proud as punch. He ripped the whole deck down and said “Well, that takes care of that! That deck won’t hurt her again. Now you have a choice, rebuild it or leave it like this.” So, obviously Dad built a new deck for us. Dad was a kind and generous man. He was always the first to offer help and never asked for anything in return. He would literally drop what he was doing, and just go where he was needed, putting his own things on hold. In 2003, Mykayla at the age of 5, was diagnosed with Leukemia. Dad again dropped everything to accompany us to Cancer Care for treatments, do daily pizza runs from DJ’s, go on a search for McCains chocolate cakes when cravings got too nasty. On more then one occasion dad made a trip from Children’s hospital to Warky’s in Morden, and back with a triple pineapple pizza. He’d drink horrible concoctions so he would take “medicine” right along side his Putzie Kaylie. In 2007, he stood by my side again giving me the strength I needed when we had to say goodbye to our sweet baby Emily. Dad always was there to give strength when I had none.
He was the King of Dad jokes. What actually made the jokes funny were watching him laugh until he cried at his own bad joke. He had an infectious laugh and the most heart-warming smile. Grandpa passed the dad joke gene onto Cullen. Cullen, your sense of humor is just like your Grandpa and he’d be proud of you.
Dad was especially proud of his grade 14 education. Which means he took grade 7 twice before having to quit school to help run the family farm. But that Grade 14 education served him well. Dad had a horrible fear of snakes. Chuck still laughs about chasing Dad with a garter snake around the yard until Dad took refuge in the tractor cab. Dad also had a weird love of ketchup. He talked often about trips to Mexico with the boys in his younger years, where he somehow mistook the bottle of hot sauce for ketchup and plastered it all over his food. How can we forget the old Dalmatian truck. There was so much rust on it before Dad decided to Fix it up and paint over them. When that old thing started up, you could hear him coming a mile away. That’s when I knew I better put a pot of coffee on! Dad used to come up with the oddest reasons to call when he really just wanted to chat. He’d end off our conversation with “Well, now that we solved the world’s problems, you better get back work”. Well Dad, your work on earth is done, you fought a brave, courageous battle with grace and dignity. We’re proud to call you husband, Dad Grandpa and friend. Until we meet again, we love you.
Edward Elmer Loutchan
1937 ~ 2022
How do you sum up the life of such an amazing and loving man in one short eulogy? We’re going to do our best to do you justice Dad.
Edward Elmer Loutchan was born on July 18, 1937 to Walter and Mary (Noheil) Loutchan of Windygates, MB. Dad was a mischievous little boy that no doubt was 100% responsible for his parent’s wrinkles. At four years old, he decided he was off on an adventure, loaded his wagon with sealers of water and a loaf of Baba’s bread and started off down the road to his grandparent’s house. Less than a mile away, his dad found him and brought him home. Dad would hide in the bushes “chopping wood”. His mom, frantically calling his name, was answered with a tiny call back of “Cho, Cho”? which meant what, what? Always a helper, dad and his sister Ruby chopped the legs off numerous chickens, because they were tired of being chased by them. Butchering day came early at the Loutchan’s that year.
Dad met mom on May 13, 1967 outside the old Arlington Hotel in Morden, MB. When mom gave her phone number to him, he was convinced it was a fake number because it literally consisted of 2 numbers completing a seven-digit number. Mom politely replied back “Well, if you don’t believe me then we don’t even have a chance”. Next day when she was back in Winnipeg, the phone rang, and it was him saying “It is a real number, isn’t it?” After a whirlwind courtship, they were married on April 13, 1968. The first year of marriage, Mom was in the hospital more than at home, and Dad was by her side the whole time. An emergency appendectomy on June 15 was performed, and after waking up, the doctor informed them that “he saved the baby”. It was at that moment their family began to grow. In January of 1969, their first child was born. Chuck was Morden’s New Year’s baby. Two years later, a second child was to join the family, but that wasn’t meant to be. After giving up hope of a larger family, in September of 1973, their daughter Kris came along. From a young age, dad was tasked with running the farm. At the age of 8. He was running the binder. As years went on, he’d be throwing bales and picking stones. So many stones. Dad ran a mixed farming operation complete with cows, pigs, horses, goats and poultry as well as various grains. Dad took pride in everything he did. His livestock were important to him, and were regarded as friends. His main concern first thing every morning and evening was the welfare of his animals. Every Christmas Eve, he would visit with them and wish them all a Merry Christmas. In 1980, the farm was sold and the family was moved to Morden, MB. Dad worked various jobs, finally settling at Southman Agri Sales where he started out as a mechanic, retired as a well loved and respected parts man.
Dad was predeceased by his parents Walter Loutchan and Mary (Noheil) Loutchan, his father-in-law Otto Kube, mother-in-law Pearl (Turick) Kube, sisters Florence, Lydia, and Ruby, Granddaughter Emily and numerous nieces and nephews. Dad is survived by his wife of 54 years, Ruth Loutchan, nee Kube, son Chuck (Kelly) Loutchan, daughter Kris Loutchan, grandchildren Mykayla, Cullen, Jonathan and Lachlan.
The most important thing to Dad was his family. His loving wife Ruth, son Chuck, daughter Kris, Grandchildren Mykayla, Cullen, Jonathan and Lachlan were his whole life. The love extended to his daughter-in-law Kelly when she joined the family. He loved us unconditionally and without judgement even when we did something stupid, and we did a lot of stupid things. Dad and Mom made sure we had a fun and exiting childhood. Most summers we took off in the family motorhome to explore somewhere new and exiting. Numerous trips were made to the Black Hills, out west to the mountains and on one occasion, right to the Pacific Ocean. Much to my dismay, Chuck would somehow talk Dad into pointless trips to museums and battlefields. Why battlefields? Because Dad gave Chuck an unnatural love for history. As many of you don’t know, our Dad rode with General George Armstrong Custer and had Chuck convinced of that for years.
Fast forward a couple decades to when Grandpa and Grandma decided it was time to take Mykayla travelling. My fondest memory was when we were looking for a motel quite late at night because somebody, I wonder who, refused to book in advance. We pulled up to what Grandpa thought was a “pretty odd-looking hotel”. Well odd was right because it turned out to be a halfway house complete with a junkie sitting on the step hooked up to an IV pole. Never in my life have I seen him run out of a building so fast. He jumped into the van threw it in reverse and we were back off to the interstate. Apparently, that specific town was no good so we would try the next one over. Sometime on yet another trip down south we went to Wisconsin. Me being around 10 years old has one destination in mind: The Waterparks. Grandpa always made good on his promises and this time was no exception, well sort of. I did get to “see” the waterpark. See being the key word. As we drove right by it one sunny afternoon, Grandpa pointed and said look Kaylie there they are! I got so darn excited until I realized that was that and we drove right past. But don’t worry we checked out some type of museum instead.
The Grandchildren were the apples of Grandpa’s eye! He found out about the arrival of grandchild #1 on a sunny summer day in 1997. I was terrified to break the news, being that I was unmarried at the time. As soon as I told Dad and Mom, I was pregnant, I burst into tears, certain I was being disowned. I worried for nothing. Both were beyond excited. On the day little Mykayla was to make her appearance into the world, they hopped into the car, lost the muffler on the way in, Dad did a supper fast fix and continued on their way to the city. Dad spent the whole night rubbing my back, walking the halls and praying. The buttons on his shirt almost popped off with pride when he heard his Granddaughter’s first cries. Mykayla soon became his little “Pumpkin”. He was wrapped around her little finger and remained that way for nearly 25 years. 11 years later, Dad found himself in a waiting room for days waiting for his first grandson to be born. Cullen was a stubborn one and made everyone wait forever for his arrival. Dad remained patient and calm through it all. Jonathan came 2 months later, then our sweet Lachlan 2 years later. Once Cullen and Lachlan got older, they would talk Grandpa into metal detecting, searching for lost treasures. Jonathan would bug him constantly to play checkers and wouldn’t give up until he finally figured out a way to win against Grandpa. Dad always looked forward to talking to and spending time with all 4. Dad took his grandpa roll seriously. Cullen and Lachlan would spend a few days during the summer and at Grandpa and Grandma’s house making memories, playing games, shopping and just hanging out. Grandpa always loved how much concern Lachlan would show for his well being. He’d sit and listen to Lachlan ramble on, get confused but agree with the little guy anyway. Jonathan would kick out the women and have Guy Night where he expected Grandpa to fry some farmer sausage for supper. After school, grandpa would pick up Jonathan, go for consommé soup before bringing him home even though I said it was not needed. For the last couple weeks Grandpa gave Jonathan, or as he affectionately called him, To Jo, a job. At the end of a visit, Jonathan was tasked with tucking Grandpa in so he’d stay warm. Dad was a fix-it-guy at heart. There was nothing he couldn’t fix. Sometimes his fixes made us scratch our heads and look at him with an “are you serious” look. For example, back in 2003, one board on our deck was rotten, causing Mykayla to trip, fall off the deck and land on the cement. The very next day, I came home from work, Dad is standing there proud as punch. He ripped the whole deck down and said “Well, that takes care of that! That deck won’t hurt her again. Now you have a choice, rebuild it or leave it like this.” So, obviously Dad built a new deck for us. Dad was a kind and generous man. He was always the first to offer help and never asked for anything in return. He would literally drop what he was doing, and just go where he was needed, putting his own things on hold. In 2003, Mykayla at the age of 5, was diagnosed with Leukemia. Dad again dropped everything to accompany us to Cancer Care for treatments, do daily pizza runs from DJ’s, go on a search for McCains chocolate cakes when cravings got too nasty. On more then one occasion dad made a trip from Children’s hospital to Warky’s in Morden, and back with a triple pineapple pizza. He’d drink horrible concoctions so he would take “medicine” right along side his Putzie Kaylie. In 2007, he stood by my side again giving me the strength I needed when we had to say goodbye to our sweet baby Emily. Dad always was there to give strength when I had none.
He was the King of Dad jokes. What actually made the jokes funny were watching him laugh until he cried at his own bad joke. He had an infectious laugh and the most heart-warming smile. Grandpa passed the dad joke gene onto Cullen. Cullen, your sense of humor is just like your Grandpa and he’d be proud of you.
Dad was especially proud of his grade 14 education. Which means he took grade 7 twice before having to quit school to help run the family farm. But that Grade 14 education served him well. Dad had a horrible fear of snakes. Chuck still laughs about chasing Dad with a garter snake around the yard until Dad took refuge in the tractor cab. Dad also had a weird love of ketchup. He talked often about trips to Mexico with the boys in his younger years, where he somehow mistook the bottle of hot sauce for ketchup and plastered it all over his food. How can we forget the old Dalmatian truck. There was so much rust on it before Dad decided to Fix it up and paint over them. When that old thing started up, you could hear him coming a mile away. That’s when I knew I better put a pot of coffee on! Dad used to come up with the oddest reasons to call when he really just wanted to chat. He’d end off our conversation with “Well, now that we solved the world’s problems, you better get back work”. Well Dad, your work on earth is done, you fought a brave, courageous battle with grace and dignity. We’re proud to call you husband, Dad Grandpa and friend. Until we meet again, we love you.
