If my mother was still alive she would have been 88 today. She was never a great one for birthdays or at least her own birthday, not expecting too much of a fuss to be made, although she would have been upset if no-one had remembered it. Not much chance of that happening though with seven children.
I happened to be at home for her 77th birthday and I made a birthday cake for her, a Victoria sponge with a filling of jam and fresh cream. My father was surprised that I could make something that tasted so nice. He couldn't imagine that a person who lived on her own could make a cake.
On my mother's 80th birthday Leitrim Sister drove her to Kerry where I happened to be staying. Kerry Sister and/or the Surly Niece made a chocolate guinness cake to celebrate her birthday. It was the first time I had it but not the last.
In a way it was just as well my mother didn't expect too much on her birthday because my father was hopeless about things like that and it would never have occurred to him to actually buy a present for her. I think if he did remember it was her birthday he would give her some money. At one of my sister's suggestion he did though eventually buy her an eternity ring, or rather my sister chose it and he paid for it. I'm glad my sister made him do it and even gladder that the ring now belongs to me. I wear it every day.