The Strangers in the Box - a gentle reminder
- THE STRANGERS IN THE 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 time
To tell who, what, where, or 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 passed away?
Make time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be.......
The strangers in the box.
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That was a beautiful poem, Richard, and so appropriate as I have in my possession about 40 vintage photos taken in the late 1800's...all wonderful, but no names and no clues. There are photographers names but they are no longer in business. How I wish the photographers would have printed names on the pictures,since my relatives didn't feel the need. I guess they knew who they were and they would be very surprised at the interest their descendants have in them. They didn't realize that 3 or 5 generations later we wouldn't know them.
I love the poem...thank you for sharing it with us.