Living far from home, one thing i did often when would go visit my mom was to go through this box of pictures that she has had for years. We would go through them together and she would tell me names and stories of the people in the pictures. I always enjoyed it but now I realize how important that was. I got to know about my grandparents, even though 3 of them died before I was born. Mom told me stories of her dad, the only grandparent I knew which set the standard for what grandparents should be like for me. When I am showed recent pictures of relatives that I have not seen in years, I can recognize their faces from the pictures in that box. I am now trying to do the same for my kids
and grandkids, I am sure they think that I am just getting old because I keep repeating myself just as my mom does but now I understand why.
I wanted to post this so that you might want to consider doing this for your own family before it's to late.
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
Thanks Mom for sharing with me
your picture box....