Norah was the third of eight children and she bounced into this world on this day in 1884.

Carefree and full of dreams, Norah in 1908.

A year later she married my grandfather and together they had seven children, my mother being the third.  My grandfather died when the youngest was sixteen and granny lived on for another twenty six years.

Granny in 1953

I wonder which toy she is hiding under her cardigan?

That was granny to a tee,

She was full of fun and laughter

She passed it all on to me.

Always ready to play and tease,

She lead the band around the trees

Saucepan lids played like cymbals

Pot base beaten in time with wooden spoons

While penny whistles carried the tunes.

Not a day goes by that I do not think of her

Today I’ll raise a glass of thanks

Special wishes wing their way

On what would be her

127th Birthday