If you've ever met Lorin, you know he has white hair. He's had white hair since he started to go gray in his late 20s. It's therefore not surprising that both of his parents also had white hair for the latter halves of their lives. It was for this trademark Pugh characteristic that his mother got her title "Grandma with the White Hair." In hindsight, I'm not sure why we called her that. Lorin and Judy's boys just called her Grandma. We could have called her Grandma too; since Judy's mom was Nanny and Judy was Nanna, there was no one competing to be called Grandma. But, nevertheless, she was Grandma with the White Hair.
Judy's latest eccentricity is that she wants long hair. Specifically, she wants long hair that she can wear in a gray ponytail (because once Sam goes to college, she figures she can stop dying her hair). Whenever I tease her about this, she says, "One of the only good parts of getting old is not caring what anyone thinks. I want a ponytail and I'm going to do what I damn well please." Which is just fine by me.
Tonight we were figuring how old she would be by the time I have children. Minimum is 80, but it will probably be closer to 85 or 90. She says she has good genes so this will be fine. We decided that since by then she will most certainly have hair long enough to wear in a ponytail we'd nix "Grandma Judy," which is what I've been calling her as of late, and let my kids call her "Grandma with the Ponytail." Which is just fine by me.