Clusters of white daffodils burst into bloom in my front yard last week, defying weather that has delivered more cloudbursts than sun breaks this month. Along the soggy banks of my driveway, they soften the damages of a harsh winter and summon memories of my mother--Goldie Mary Surmon Scott. That’s Mrs. Scott to you. I smile as I write her full name. I still can hear her unfurl it like a coat of arms: married name, birth name, and a first name limited to use by family. Even w