This poem expresses why I am so passionate about helping people preserve their stories/photos! I hope you enjoy it as well:
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 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?
I’ll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what and 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!
- Pam Harazim, 1997
