My great-grandmother, known as Sadie, or to us as Grandma Tranmer (in practice it always sounded like “grammatramma”), would have been 112 today, had she not left us in 1971. At the time, I didn’t realize that was premature and she was still young, not even making it to 75. She always seemed ancient, probably exacerbated by being so thin. I thought she was the coolest. And that she was like 90-something. At any rate, I wrote about her with pictures a few years back.