PLAINVILLE, CT - Mrs. Ina H. (Brittain) Morris, 91 of Plainville, passed away Wednesday October 29, 2014 at Aurora Senior Living of New Britain. She was the wife of the late Norman L. Morris.
Mrs. Morris was born March 22, 1923 in Wytopitlock, Maine a daughter of the late Arthur and Zelpha Belle (Sweeney) Brittain. She had worked as a quality control inspector at the Landers Company in New Britain. Ina and her husband Norman enjoyed wintering in Florida for many years and especially loved the beaches there. Ina crafted beautiful artwork with the seashells that she had collected over the years. She also enjoyed traveling to Ireland to visit her Sweeney family homestead, Doe Castle in County Donegal. She was very active in local politics having volunteered for many campaigns. Ina was also a published poet. One of her poems follows her obituary.
She leaves her daughter, Lorna Cyr and her husband George of Bristol, her grandson, Mark Cyr and his wife Mya of Meriden, her great grandchildren, Phillip James "PJ" Cyr and Victoria Lauren "Tory" Cyr and many nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by her brothers, Stephen Brittain and Leslie Brittain and her sisters, Victoria MacDonald, Minnie Rollins, Emily Knights, Jeanette Doane and Agnes Roy.
Family and friends may gather at the Bailey Funeral Home 48 Broad Street in Plainville on Tuesday November 4 from 6:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m. A graveside service will be held on Friday November 7 at 11:00 a.m.at the Kingman Cemetery in Kingman, Maine. Ina's family asks that you kindly omit flowers and make memorial contributions in her name to the American cancer Society 825 Brook Street Rocky Hill, CT 06767. For additional information or to leave words of condolence please visit www.BAILEY-FUNERALHOME.com.
I walk in the woods to hear songs of many species of birds, singing only to us. Wild flowers nod their heads; trees give a gentle breeze to welcome us. I walk on the beach to hear the ocean's roar as its waves claim the shore and the warm sand between our toes. Shells of beautiful shapes and colors lie waiting for us to stop and choose. I take a boat ride on our river. We seldom would see another person. In the abundance of wildlife, it was our quite time. Memories flood my river, I walk alone now, you are no longer by my side. Last words of your love linger on my trail, "Go on walking and living, you will catch up to me someday. "We will walk together again.