Celeste Maria Morrison (Mary Rizza)

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Celesta Maria Morrison or Mary as we know her was a beautiful person both in looks and character   Dad tells me he saw this Italian beauty at the dance in the Stewart,s hall and waited till he saw that she could dance before he made his play and the rest is History.
 
He also tells me that when the family moved to Keith to the Corner Café some of the local children shouted………..look at this beautiful wifie, I bet she can mak good chips !
 
Mum’s beauty extends to her goodness and love for everyone she met in her years and she was always the first to order dad to put on the kettle for a cup of tea.
 
Her quiet and effective kindness will surely be missed
 
Mum was a very proud lady and invariably immaculately dressed and ready for the day.  She had a presence throughout her life but latterly she lost confidence in public because she could not meet her own high standards or walk in the high heels that she always wore…even on long walks dad tells me.
 
Mum was exceptionally proud of her family which beginning with Michael, Philip and Susan has grown through marriage to Grandchildren, Steven, Ross, Mark, Marie ,Donald, Fiona and Euan. Then Great Grandchildren, Lucas, Toby and Joseph.. She kept her bank account exclusively for her beloved family which made her so proud; along with her extended family Jane Rizza and the boys; Graeme and Moira Rizza and the girls.
 
As a close family we all know how proud she was of our every achievement throughout our lives and her house is adorned with photographs everywhere of us.
 
As a family we came back to Huntly from Aberlour after the sudden and tragic death of Carlo.  Mum was a great supporter of her family throughout her 91 years and we all today have personal memories of this.  Dad supported mum throughout everything and would immediately jump at the request…..I think it is time for coffee, tea, food and the feeding of the multitude…
 
Mum had many interests and loved the supportive friendships she made throughout her life.  Her main interest was the bowling club where she was Women’s champion.  She loved Bridge but never took is so seriously that she could not have a laugh…  She supported Andy Murray till he finally got it right this year….
Mum was extremely proud of the achievements of her brother George in the Music business.  She accompanied him on the piano in his early career around Huntly and District.  She always remembered going with George and his fellow music students to the Last night of the proms at the Albert hall.
 
 
She has been a member and supported by the parishioners of St Margaret’s Catholic Church all her life.  Many a priest has dined at Truim indeed Gordon and Canon Lewis Mc William often sorted out the world on Sunday after Mass and lunch at the house.  One night I came home late after a rugby match to find nana waiting up for me to say that the new priest had arrived and was in my bed so could I sleep downstairs !
 
Mum has always been a loyal friend to all who knew her and she unfortunately learned this at an early age when her mother Emily had a stroke when very young.  She had to give up schooling to look after Emily and her brother George who due to bad health can not be with us today.
Mum was extremely proud of the achievements of her brother George in the Music business.  She accompanied him on the piano in his early career around Huntly and District.  She always remembered going with George and his fellow music students to the Last night of the proms at the Albert hall.
 
This loyalty will be shown today in that mum chose to be buried with her dear mother Emily and her infant daughter Anne in Huntly Cemetery.
 
Mum attended the Catholic school in Dufftown, Banff and Huntly and her religion has been a strong force in her life not just as a part of the Italian tradition but as a fine example of North East Catholicism.  She attended regularly at Huntly, Keith, Aberlour and again at St Margaret’s until she had to ask Father Max, Ann Dean and Cathy Bryce to bring communion to her at home due to infirmity.
 
It is thus fitting that she will be leaving us today from St Margaret’s Church and I would like to read a poem by Mike for her !
 
Hymn to Mary
Go to sleep my restless soul
Let me while away my time
Take me gently rolling onwards
To my Saviour mine.
Though this world is full of trouble
We find solace everywhere
Till at last we are rewarded
In eternal life we share
Wake at last my restless soul
Guardian Angel guide me home
Rejoice that now I found freedom
No more my Pilgrim way to roam.