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,
Those 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, when
Those 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
1997 by Pamela A. Harazim
Today’s images may not be kept in a box like the days of old but they are on your camera, computer and/or some other electronic device. Do not let this happen to your memories.
Contact me today to help you save your memories.
Mary Beth Lovejoy, photographer
Lovejoy Photography and Heritage Maker
315.374.0506 or 585.348.7380