Then and Now

By Janet Ann Collins | January 11, 2021

In spite of all the problems in our world today, there’s one thing we can be grateful for: modern technology. Yes, a lot of problems come with it, but just imagine being back in the early 1900s. They had telephones, but you had to go through an operator to make a call and it cost a fortune to call long distance. They had radios and newspapers, but those were only local. The internet can be frustrating, but just imagine what someone from those times would think of being able to contact other people all over the planet in a matter of seconds! I’m grateful to be living now.

Midnight Bell

By Janet Ann Collins | December 30, 2020

Back during the Spanish influenza epidemic (they didn’t call it flu back then) my father was sent to live with his grandparents in the Appalachian Mountains because it was safer to be away from the crowded city.At the end of the school year he was able to return home.His grandparents gave him the kerosine lamp that had been on his bedside table (they didn’t have electricity yet.)His aunt was the teacher at the one-room schoolhouse he had attended, and she gave him the hand-held school bell. I don’t know how she would have been able to do without that, but perhaps they were getting a bell installed on the roof.I still have both of those things.The chimney on the lamp is cracked so it can’t be used, but the bell is still fine and rings loudly.When I was a kid my brother and I were only allowed to ring that bell at midnight on New Years Eve and I still do that if I’m home that night.This year, because we’ve had our own epidemic, etc., that bell will inspire me to hope that everything will be back to normal by the end of the school year when I ring it at midnight on New Years Eve.

Amusing Incident

By Janet Ann Collins | December 22, 2020

Mary’s Song

By Janet Ann Collins | December 19, 2020

This is a poem I wrote years ago and just found in my files: The familiar odor of strawIn the feed boxWhere I layGave meager comfortThrough that lengthy nightOf labor.Waiting to beholdThe joy within me grown,I feared I would be dazzled by His light.Such painful entry to a pain filled world.At last I saw my own beloved son.My God,A baby!A red and wrinkled, mewing little thing,Mine to teach manhood,Ours to find divine.How could the sky not crack and fallThat He, Almighty, should have entered thusThis aching world? I smiled and held him close,Stilling his tiny wails with my own giftOf motherhood,Blessed among women that I knewMy child would surely live to bring us life.

The Story of the Sacred Pickle

By Janet Ann Collins | December 16, 2020

Once, while at a friend’s yard, my neighbor kids and I discovered a door under their front steps that opened to a tiny area. Inside there was no floor and only a single shelf.On that shelf was a big jar, that had probably held about five gallons. It still contained some liquid and a gigantic pickle covered with fuzzy mold.It was disgusting!So we decided to pretend that it was a sacred pickle and, every day, we would spend a few minutes pretending to worship it.But one day a girl who lived about a block away happened to be with us and she got upset at that game. She was Catholic and said it was wrong to worship anything but God. Even though we told her we were only pretending, she still refused to do it.Somehow that took all the fun out of the game, so we never went near the pickle again.My friend moved away a few years later and I never found out what happened to the sacred pickle.Maybe it’s in pickle heaven.


By Janet Ann Collins | December 10, 2020

Anyone who knows me has probably heard me say this before.Money is a strange thing.You can’t eat it, cook with it, build houses out of it, or wear it.Even in America the gold standard no longer works since the government doesn’t have nearly as much gold as the currency implies.The only reason money has value is because everyone agrees that it has.At least there’s one thing everyone on the planet, Earth, agrees about.If only we could all agree on more things.


By Janet Ann Collins | December 2, 2020

Does Time Fly?

By Janet Ann Collins | November 26, 2020

Tomorrow will be Thanksgiving, and I hope we all have a lot to be thankful for. Usually by this time of year I’m saying to myself, “I can’t believe how quickly this year has gone by.” Instead, this year I’m saying, “I can’t believe how long this year has been.” It has certainly been a difficult year for everyone on our planet, but we still have a lot to be thankful for. Vaccines and effective medications to treat the covid virus are being developed, and the nasty politics should be finished soon. Even though many of us can’t gather with family for the holidays, we can keep in touch with each other through the internet. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day even if you can’t be with loved ones physically. And may next year be shorter than 2020.

Blogging About Blogging

By Janet Ann Collins | November 22, 2020

Gramp and Women

By Janet Ann Collins | November 11, 2020

We live in difficult times, but things could be a lot worse.For example, when I was a kid my grandfather, who had been born in the 1800s, lived with us.One day I told him sadly, “I think you love my brother more than me.”He replied, “Of course I do. He’s a boy and you’re only a girl.”“What do you mean, only a girl? I asked.“Boys are better than girls just as men are better than women. There’s nothing a woman can do that a man can’t do better.”“But, what about cooking and sewing?”“Women can only do those things well enough for home. The professional chefs and taylors are all men.”“What about having babies?”“We don’t talk about that.” He walked away.