Mary Maynard McWilliams
A witty, kind, feisty, beautiful, and loving mother of three—Mary Elizabeth Maynard McWilliams tragically passed away on Friday, November 4, 2022. She was 32 years old.
Born in Helena on January 5, 1990, to Robin Maynard and Bud Wooten, Mary attended Helena Schools and studied at Helena College.
Mary married Mike “Chopper” McWilliams on July 25, 2021.
Her originality knew no bounds. She crocheted and stitched fabulous designs for her daughter Harper’s wardrobe and for anyone else fortunate enough to receive one of her amazing creations. She played the banjo and loved a good read and a good hike.
Mary bartended at Jester’s Bar on Rodney St., where she was beloved by her customers, coworkers, and many friends.
Predeceasing Mary were her mother, Robin Maynard; maternal grandparents, Don Maynard and Joanne Maynard; and paternal grandparents, Carl “Big Bud” Wooten and Maggie A. Wooten.
Surviving Mary are her husband, Mike “Chopper” McWilliams; her father, Bud Wooten; her children, Desmond Countryman, Max Countryman, and Harper Stobie; her brothers, Brian Boettger, Mike Woodall, Jeremy Wooten, and Carl “Buddy” Wooten III; her niece, Christina Boettger, and nephew, Eric Boettger; and many aunts, uncles, and cousins. Mary’s two closest friends were her “sister from another mister,” Cynthia, and her “brother from another mother,” Jonny.
A gathering to celebrate Mary’s life is scheduled for Saturday, November 19, at 11:00 a.m. at the Great Northern Hotel in the banquet rooms by the back entrance. A wake for Mary will be held at Jester’s Bar on Rodney St. that night at 8:00 p.m.
To contribute to a “Go Fund Me” account in Mary’s name to be used for funeral expenses and her children’s future needs, go to gofundme.com and search for Mary McWilliams.
When a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever. —Kurt Vonnegut