ONCHULENKO, Nan

September 20, 1935 – September 16, 2018

It is with saddened hearts that Peter G. Onchulenko and Lisa Jane Onchulenko share with friends the passing of their Mom, Nan Onchulenko (McGeagh). Nan will be remembered with many treasured memories by her grandchildren Adrian Cesinaro (Laura), Branden Cesinaro (Kelsey), Brian Onchulenko, Chris Onchulenko and many nieces and nephews.

Nan grew up in Belfast, Northern Ireland and moved to Wawa, Ontario where she met her late husband Peter Onchulenko. Nan would not want you to mourn her death, rather remember her fun-loving spirit, love of dancing, doing things her way (like when Peter tried to teach her how to drive a standard) and her zest for life.

As per Nan’s wish, there will be no services, “simply remember me as I was”, bring flowers to those you love and share laughter and memories with a wee drink.

Special thanks to the staff at the FJ Davey Home (Cedar Grove 3rd floor) for the wonderful care you gave mom.

Arrangements entrusted to Northwood Funeral Home Cremation and Reception Centre, Sault Ste. Marie.

May the road rise to meet you

May the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
and the rains fall soft upon your fields
May your joys carry you, until we meet again.

Love, Nan.

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3 comments

  1. Pauline McCoy (Patterson)

    Condolences to Lisa Jane and Peter Gene.
    Many memories of a grand lady who will remain forever in my heart.

    Pauline (cousin)

  2. I have such good memories of Nan when she had her store here in town. She gave terrific advice on what girls were wearing and would even sew something for me to give to my niece who was the same age as her daughter. That was when jumpers and leggings were in style. She introduced me to silk long underwear for curling, and I appreciated her timely advice. My sincere sympathy to her family.

  3. Nan was a friend and tenant of mine for a number of years. She was such fun to be around. I enjoyed the personal service she provided in helping me with my wardrobe. If I couldn’t make it to the store with my busy schedule, she would bring a selection of clothes home to her apartment above my office to try on when I had time. She would even phone so I could get in first to pick from a new shipment. We had some great discussions and stories over tea that made me wish I had been around when she was younger to take part in some of her shenanigans, especially during Ladies Bonspiels in Wawa. She spoke lovingly of her children and grandchildren. She was a good listener and gave me wise advice when I needed it. I will remember her bestowing love upon Chester, the orange talking cat.
    Today I will take some gladiolas from my garden to a friend , tell her about Nan and “have a wee drink”.