Cocoa and Toast, Yummmmmm

 Last night I was not able to sleep. I got up to work on my genealogy then decided I was hungry.
After a short time trying to figure out what I wanted I chose on of my childhood favorites, hot cocoa
and toast. I really tasted good.
 That got me thinking about the other things my mom made when I was little. I remember when
I was three or four, I would be outside playing in the yard. I would be wearing my jeans and a
jean jacket. My mother would call me in to eat lunch, she would serve me tomato soup and a grilled
cheese sandwich.
 I have fond memories of waking up at 5am to have breakfast with my daddy before he went to
work. He would pour milk in a coffee mug then add a spot of coffee to color it. I felt so grown up
to be drinking coffee with my Dad.
 For holidays my mother would take dates, stuff them with a piece of walnut then roll them in sugar.
Dates are so sweet they didn't need the sugar, but they looked nicer that way. She also would take
a roll of liverwurst and frost it with cream cheese then roll it in bacon pieces. We would spread this on
crackers. It was a lot better than it sounds.
 My dad had some favorite foods that I did not like at all like pickled pigs feet, sardines, and
oyster stew.
 It would be interesting to hear from others about their favorite childhood foods.

Now What?? Suggestions welcome.

Since I am a newbie I have been spending time looking at all the great genealogy blogs at Geneabloggers.
Now I am really intimidated. I am not sure where to go from here. Some people have great layouts, some really interesting stories, and some have a real plan as to what they are going to write over the next month or more.
I am feeling like I am way in over my head.
I was thinking that some day I would like to become a certified genealogist. I don't know if I have what it takes, but I am going to learn all that I can as I research my ancestors and maybe some day I can make it official.
Today I was really excited to find my great grandmothers maiden name. I guess hours of searching all comes down to one little victory.
I am really having a hard time finding out about my maternal grandmother. According to the 1910 Census she was listed as an inmate in the Illinois School for Girls in Geneva, Kane, Illinois. She was 15 at the time.
I would be interested in any information anyone might have on that institution or any ideas for finding out why she was there.

Here goes nothing.

I have been delving into my family history for about three years now. I am trying to learn everything I can about researching genealogy.
Only recently have I decided to write about my family. We are nothing special. Just everyday folks. Well, maybe that isn't the right description either. Some of my family members did not fit in with the conventions of their day. Some were quite colorful, if black as in blacksheep is a color. But none that I know of yet were famous or infamous, of course that may change as I go back further and learn more about them.
This blog is my first attempt at writting about my ancestors. My father was 56 and my mother was almost 40 when I was born. They are both long gone now and I find myself the eldest of two children they left behind. In order for our children and grandchildren to know where we all come from I decided to write about what I find.