Stepping up on my footstool, I rummaged through my shelf of purses. My large quilted bag held my scarves, but now I knew it was time for it to serve a better cause than just being a scarf bag. Plus, it was brand new, so it would be perfect to give for the donation. Spreading out all the scarves on my bed, I began folding and sorting them in an orderly manner. Underneath the pile, I found the "black bonnet" of my Mom, the one she always wore when riding in the car. It was made of fine thin, net like material, with small gold dots, and had a pearly oval clasp that adjusted to her neck when she put it on. She never liked to have her hair blown with the windows rolled down in our car. Nope, she worked hard each day in putting her thick silver/black hair into a french roll, and had it shaped just right around her face, so no matter how hot the car would be, no wind was going to undo her doo! Year after year, she faithfully wore that bonnet, a...