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Updated: May 9


At least a decade ago Pamela A. Harazim published a poem entitled “Strangers in the Box.” I reproduce it here:


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.


Many of us have boxes full of photos of people we don’t recognize. One of mine is pictured here. But worse, we have saved digital images to our phones and computers, where they can be lost in one crash. Identify and save them while you can to illustrate the family story you create for the next generation.

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