Strangers in the Box

[Kinshar]

Came across this poem

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, 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.

by Pamela A. Harazim

I wish some of my relatives had read this and wrote the names & dates on the back of their photographs.

 

[admin]

Hey Kinshar,

Very nice and poetic

Makes you think - especially the last two verses

Al the best and thanks,
Regards,
Dave

 

[Edward]

Hi,

I have got quite a few old photographs and have no idea who the people shown in them are.

Some of them have a photographers stamp on the back showing they were taken in Newcastle but I havn't found any of my family members who lived in Newcastle so they are a puzzle as who they are.

So yes we do end up with photos we know nothing about.

Ed

 

[sterico]

Nice poem kinshar
I think everybody has photographs that we don't know who they are,
it is up to us all to change that and sign the back of family photographs.
Especially Hamilton!!

regards, sterico