Mary Alice Woychuk (nee Hogan) Obituary
Mary Alice Woychuk was born on March 15th, 1947 in Oyen, Alberta and passed away peacefully after a long battle with cancer on September 11th, 2025.
She grew up on a farm with her mother and father, William and Ellen Hogan and nine brothers and sisters: Dick, Ellen, Gene, Bill, Maureen, Jim, John, Pat, and Ed.
She is survived by her children Jacquie Martin and her husband Craig Martin and their four children, Ben, Luke, William and Noah Martin; John Woychuk and his partner Leila Nar and John’s children, Holt (Sophie), and April Woychuk; and Jason Woychuk and his wife, Karla Woychuk and their two children, Rayna (Jayden) and Lana Woychuk (Arlo).Mary was also a beloved Aunt to many nieces and nephews on both the Hogan and Woychuk sides of the family.
Mary lived for her children and grandchildren and always made it clear how much she loved each of them. She never missed a birthday and she made a point of singing happy birthday over the phone. We all looked forward to those birthday calls that came first thing in the morning!
Mary made a point of travelling to celebrate special moments with all of her family. She flew everywhere from Taiwan and Japan to Boston and Nanaimo to bring energy, fun and to start the party!! She made a huge impact and brought joy to all of us, never to be forgotten.
She had a very close relationship with her sister Pat Mullaly and her husband Joe Mullaly. Pat and Mary were sisters and best friends who talked daily. They had a special bond which was strengthened by living in Manitoba together from a young age . During their frequent talks they often laughed heartily – even when others could not understand what was so funny . They also were known to shop, come home and try everything on and then sometimes return all of it! Pat and Mary grew old together gracefully and knew how to laugh their way through it with kindness and a deep understanding of one another.
Mary attended St. Benedict’s boarding school in Arborg, Manitoba when she was in grade 11. Her sister Pat was a novice nun in the monastery at the same time. It was Arborg where she met Ted Woychuk and they were married in 1970. They had 3 children and raised them in Brandon, Manitoba. Mary always made an impact wherever she went – notably she was a secretary at a highschool for over a decade where several of the kids considered her their honorary mom, many of whom she helped get over the graduation finish line. She was protective, supportive and encouraged the importance of self-love and never giving up – she could often be heard say, “you have to love yourself before other’s can love you”.
Mary was resourceful and industrious and had a talent for design and decoration. Her store, Wicker Plus, was a stylish home décor store before HomeSense and Pottery Barn existed. Her personal home was always in the redecorating process – she had a passion for painting walls, painting furniture and filling the place with chachkis! She loved her last home on Parkill Drive in Morden, Manitoba – as she finally found the right combination of décor to make it her own perfect home.
Mary had a real love of music. As her children grew up, they recall that she was always belting out a song or playing a favorite tune on the piano. In church she was often the loudest singer – singing with all her heart and not caring who heard her.
One of her favorite songs that she danced to into heaven was Paul Simon’s, “Diamonds on the soles of her shoes”.
We know that Mary is in heaven dancing and enjoying as she did up until her very last moments on earth. She will be missed and loved forever.
The family would like to express gratitude to the Boundary Trails staff including Doctor Jocelyne Rondeau for their care and loving support.
Raise your glass one final time,
For one who lived so well,
Let stories flow like finest wine,
And tales of triumph tell.
For Irish hearts don’t break, they say,
They simply overflow, With love that lasts beyond the day,
When loved ones have to go. So drink deep to memories sweet,
And laugh through misty eyes, For somewhere down some golden street,
Love never truly dies.
Mary Alice Woychuk was born on March 15th, 1947 in Oyen, Alberta and passed away peacefully after a long battle with cancer on September 11th, 2025.
She grew up on a farm with her mother and father, William and Ellen Hogan and nine brothers and sisters: Dick, Ellen, Gene, Bill, Maureen, Jim, John, Pat, and Ed.
She is survived by her children Jacquie Martin and her husband Craig Martin and their four children, Ben, Luke, William and Noah Martin; John Woychuk and his partner Leila Nar and John’s children, Holt (Sophie), and April Woychuk; and Jason Woychuk and his wife, Karla Woychuk and their two children, Rayna (Jayden) and Lana Woychuk (Arlo).Mary was also a beloved Aunt to many nieces and nephews on both the Hogan and Woychuk sides of the family.
Mary lived for her children and grandchildren and always made it clear how much she loved each of them. She never missed a birthday and she made a point of singing happy birthday over the phone. We all looked forward to those birthday calls that came first thing in the morning!
Mary made a point of travelling to celebrate special moments with all of her family. She flew everywhere from Taiwan and Japan to Boston and Nanaimo to bring energy, fun and to start the party!! She made a huge impact and brought joy to all of us, never to be forgotten.
She had a very close relationship with her sister Pat Mullaly and her husband Joe Mullaly. Pat and Mary were sisters and best friends who talked daily. They had a special bond which was strengthened by living in Manitoba together from a young age . During their frequent talks they often laughed heartily – even when others could not understand what was so funny . They also were known to shop, come home and try everything on and then sometimes return all of it! Pat and Mary grew old together gracefully and knew how to laugh their way through it with kindness and a deep understanding of one another.
Mary attended St. Benedict’s boarding school in Arborg, Manitoba when she was in grade 11. Her sister Pat was a novice nun in the monastery at the same time. It was Arborg where she met Ted Woychuk and they were married in 1970. They had 3 children and raised them in Brandon, Manitoba. Mary always made an impact wherever she went – notably she was a secretary at a highschool for over a decade where several of the kids considered her their honorary mom, many of whom she helped get over the graduation finish line. She was protective, supportive and encouraged the importance of self-love and never giving up – she could often be heard say, “you have to love yourself before other’s can love you”.
Mary was resourceful and industrious and had a talent for design and decoration. Her store, Wicker Plus, was a stylish home décor store before HomeSense and Pottery Barn existed. Her personal home was always in the redecorating process – she had a passion for painting walls, painting furniture and filling the place with chachkis! She loved her last home on Parkill Drive in Morden, Manitoba – as she finally found the right combination of décor to make it her own perfect home.
Mary had a real love of music. As her children grew up, they recall that she was always belting out a song or playing a favorite tune on the piano. In church she was often the loudest singer – singing with all her heart and not caring who heard her.
One of her favorite songs that she danced to into heaven was Paul Simon’s, “Diamonds on the soles of her shoes”.
We know that Mary is in heaven dancing and enjoying as she did up until her very last moments on earth. She will be missed and loved forever.
The family would like to express gratitude to the Boundary Trails staff including Doctor Jocelyne Rondeau for their care and loving support.
Raise your glass one final time,
For one who lived so well,
Let stories flow like finest wine,
And tales of triumph tell.
For Irish hearts don’t break, they say,
They simply overflow, With love that lasts beyond the day,
When loved ones have to go. So drink deep to memories sweet,
And laugh through misty eyes, For somewhere down some golden street,
Love never truly dies.