Today would have been my great grandmother's 100th birthday, but she passed away at the age of 95. I always used to remember her birthday by that traditional children's song: 'The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh on the last day of September'.
I was born the year she turned 80, but never really formed a close relationship with her because she was very deaf, and became frail when I was still quite young. I remember being frightened of her because she had quite a bark if you misbehaved!
She lived to see all of her great grand children, including the youngest three (pictured above). The very youngest met her just once as a baby, not long before her death.
Happy 100th Birthday Nana!