My Grandma Ruth turned 91 years old today! I asked her if she knew what time of the day she was born and she didn't. Just that she was born on a Sunday. She also shared that at 9 months old she was still her birth weight. She was allergic to milk and threw up everything she ate. Her bed was a dresser drawer. This was the 1920's, I'm so fortunate to be here. She could have easily died. She's a fighter, feisty, spicy, and wonderful!