Please come with me as I take a short walk down memory lane. Recently, when sorting through a box of things given to me by my sister, I found a little doll quilt that my mother made for us. Seeing it flooded me with a multitude of emotions and memories. Imperfect and random, this quilt reminds me of my childhood and my mother. Mom always had a project in hand and when sister and I were children, those projects usually represented something she was making for us --- a doll dress, a blanket or quilt, or things for us to wear. Just as antique quilts are dated by fabric choices, I can date this little quilt from my own memory bank. I recognize most of these fabrics as scraps from dresses made by my "second mother", Auntie Joyce. From this analysis, I can date this quilt at about forty-some years old. Who'd have thought in those days that this many years later it would carry me back to those childhood memories, of mom and Auntie Joyce --- the important women in my life. They were the ones who helped form me into the person I am today, presenting values, ideals, and teaching lessons that remain to this day. Each vastly different, yet friends who represented similar core values and then imparted them on to me.