My mother passed away a long time ago – 34 years to be exact. I was 29, married, and raising 3 daughters. And there are so many things I wished I’d asked her. But I doubt there’s anyone who has lost a parent who doesn’t feel that way. One of the topics I wished I had explored further was her childhood in North Platte, Nebraska. She was born there and didn’t move to Florida until she was 18 and had graduated from high school. Her grandfather, one of the last blacksmiths in North Platte, preceded the move in the 1920’s – traveling by buggy with his wife, Mary and their…