Why ask questions and record the answers…
While doing some research on collecting and recording personal histories today I came across this poem. It perfectly describes why we need to not wait and start now to record our stories and the stories of our relatives before all that is left is questions that can no longer be answered.
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, 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 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 1997, I authored the poem titled, “Strangers in the Box.”
I originally wrote the poem when my mother had dementia,
and I realized that the stories she loved to tell me about her
youth and her family were locked inside her, and I didn’t
remember them like I was so sure I always would.
Hence, the box of strangers.”
(Pamela Harazin).© 1997 by Pamela A. Harazim. All Rights Reserved. May be used in unchanged form for noncommercial
purposes if accompanied by this copyright message.
