Our life story. Have you thought about your life story? Everyone has a life story, some are shorter
than others but still filled with wonderful memories.
Photos are a fabulous place to review and enjoy those life
moments again. But what happens when your photo
collection contains photos of people that only your late grandmother knew their
names and family connections? I’ve seen
many nameless faces in photo frames and albums in my local antique store.
When I look at these lovely unwanted and unloved photos, I’m troubled
over the loss of their life story. I wonder where do they belong, will their
life story be missed, why did they have this photo taken, did they spend
hours getting ready for the photo, was the photo taken in their home or did they travel to
another town hours away or did they pinch their pennies and save their money so
that they could afford this photo? Did they ever image that their treasured
photo would be forgotten and discarded in a pile of vintage memorabilia and that
they would become the stranger in the box?
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 would have 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.
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 would have 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.
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