Strangers in the BoxA friend sent this poem to me. I thought it was very appropriate for all the genealogists out there, so I am sharing. Have a very Merry Christmas and a happy Holiday Season to all. Gerry Perry Nevada Tombstone Project/Obituary Manager Strangers in the Box by Pam Harazim Come, look with me inside this drawer, In a box, I've often seen, At photos faded, black and white, Faces proud, still and serene. I wish I knew these people, The strangers in the box. Their names and all their memories, Are lost in with my socks. I wonder what their lives were like, How did they spend their days? Their happy, sad and special times. I'll never know their ways. If only they had taken the time, To tell, who, what, where, when, These faces in my heritage, Would come to life again. Could this become the fate, Of photos made today? The faces and the memories, Someday just tossed away? Make time to save your photos. Seize the opportunity when it knocks, Or someday you and yours could be The strangers in the Box...