Strangers in a Box

[cavvytri]

I came across this poem by Pamela.A.Harazim. Apologies if its been posted before

Strangers in a Box

Come, Look with me inside this drawer
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still,serene.
I wish I knew the people
These strangers in the box
Their names and all their memories are lost among my socks!
I wonder what their lives were like
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken the time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?
Make time to save your pictures
Seize the opportunity when it knocks
Or someday you and yours could be
The Strangers in the Box.

[meles]

That's charming! Thanks for sharing it with us.

meles

[Shropshire Lass]

I really like that!  I've copied it for my "Genealogy: Miscellaneous" file.

Thanks, cavvytri,
Monica

[trystan]

That's great!

[SallyF]

Very appropriate at the moment!!  I think I'll print it and put in in my ever growing box of family photo's as a reminder.

I've just spent the last few days scanning and labeling loads of my parents old photo's (while they're both still around and able (mostly) to tell me who is who.

Very interesting to find a small wallet with young men and women having all sorts of outings (complete with long ago ex-girlfriends and -boyfriends!!).  I spent last night tactfully asking "And who is this??"  for the last few remaining ones I didn't know.

I always knew my parents had "lived", but the photo's prove it, showing them ice skating, motorbike riding, having fun in rowing boats, going on outings, playing sports, seaside trips with mates, everything......

Lovely, but time consuming.  Good job it's half term!

Sally 

[Lynn H]

Hope you don't mind if i print it off, as a reminder to put names to all the faces in my photo box. I know who they are but my kids don't. It's a lovely poem.

                                              Lynn.