On starting this blog i am at the computer doing lots of scanning of all my mother-in-laws photos of the family. It is very
interesting looking over the young faces from years ago. I can't wait to have them all on the PC and know that we will have them forever to keep as family memory. I would like to share this poem -
The Strangers in the box
by Pam Harazim
come, look with me inside this drawer
In this box I've often seen
at the pictures, black & white
faces proud, still and serene
I wish i knew the people,
These strangers in the box.
Their names and all their memories
are lost among the socks
I wonder what their lives were like,
how did they spend their days
what about their special times
Ill never know the ways.
If only someone had taken time
to tell who, what & when.
Those faces of my heritage
would come to life again
could this become the fate
of the pictures we take today?
The faces & 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.
I would hate for this to happen for the photos of the Martin Family. So i am spending the time preserving the memories.