Once again it is Mother's Day. It's a nostalgic moment for me, as it is for most of us. My earliest memories of Mother's Day go back to our little white Cape Cod home in Arlington, Massachusetts, surrounded by the white picket fence. In those days, it was the custom, at least in New England, that on Mother's Day you wore a flower. It was a token of respect to your mother. A white carnation in her memory if she was dead, a red carnation to celebrate her presence if she was living. I'm sort of sorry that custom has gone out of style.