Norman Robertson Eulogy
It is with great sadness that AMRT post the eulogy of Norman Robertson, an ex team member who recently passed away. Thanks to Norman's son Stuart for passing on the words and photographs.
Sadly in the early hours of Thursday 5th January 2017, my Father and former Aberdeen Mountain Rescue Team member Norman Robertson passed away after a short illness at Pitmurchie Nursing Home in Torphins, two months short of his 93rd birthday.
Norman had been with AMRT from its early days having previously been part of the Adventure Club search team and remained with AMRT into the 80s. It was something that gave him and his family great pride to be involved with. There was no escaping the Mountain rescue in the Robertson household. Wife, children and even the dog were roped into fund raising and getting involved from newspaper collection to the annual Mountain Rescue Sponsored Walk (Our West Highland Terrier always got the most sponsors).
Norman was born in Aberdeen in 1924 growing up the youngest child in Holland Street. During the war he decided to buck the family trend of joining the Gordon Highlanders (much to his fathers displeasure) and instead joined the RAF. By this time his love of the hills had already taken hold and any chances to get home from the South of England were spent wandering the Cairngorms in his Kilt. After his enforced travels throughout France/Belguim/Holland and Germany at the behest of Mr Churchill he was eventually demobbed in 1946. Norman returned home to Aberdeen where he reacquainted himself with a young lady Elizabeth (Bett) who went onto become his wife after a rather unromantic proposal while dancing in the Northern Hotel. My mother was soon introduced to the Cairngorms as the draw of the hills was still as strong for my father. They went on to raise 5 children moving in the late 60s to Mastrick.
Norman, who by this time had settled into a life as an Electrician, was talked into joining the newly formed AMRT by his young brother in law Bill Marshall. In his time he was awarded The Order Of St John at which point he jokingly became known by his friends and family as “Sir Norm The Sparky”.
On retirement he moved as fast as his legs could carry him to Inverey in his beloved Cairngorms, where he continued to work as a Ghillie for Mar Lodge Estate into his mid 70s and for a few years worked as the Ambulanceman in Braemar. He became a regular feature as an official at The Braemar Gathering until 2015 and continued his association with The Cairngorm Club looking after their property at The Muir until sadly last year his age caught up on him. After two bouts of serious illness and the hospitalisation of his wife last year the difficult decision was made for him to have to leave the home he loved so much in Inverey and move into a nursing home. Sadly a chest infection proved too much for him in the end and he passed after a very stubborn fight with myself by his side.
He is survived by his wife Bett, four sons, a daughter and numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren. His ashes will of course be returned to keep watch over his hills.
My father Norman Robertson is the chap with the roll neck white jumper. One of the pictures shows him atop of the mountain rescue bothy at Spittal of Muick fulfilling his roll as team electrician. I have included the photo of his best friend in the team Mr Bob Burrnett. Also, in some pictures are Malcom Duckworth and my Uncle Bill Marshall who was responsible for headhunting my father and Bob into the team. The photo at the Duthie Park included a very young Graham McDonald who went on to be a teacher at Ballater and joined the Braemar team.