Memories are made of this...

My Brothers Brian and Alan and my Sister Karen, fishing on Collingwod Beach. Jan. 2009

Scrapbooking is such a wonderful way of preserving your memories. Making it enjoyable for other people to share those memories.

This was the reason I started scrapbooking. I wanted to put down my memories with the photographs, so that in years to come, it wasn't forgotten. Too many times I have come across photos my family have, with no idea as to the identity on the picture, when it was taken, where it was taken etc. I didn't want MY photos and family to become unknown strangers in a box!

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 these 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 and 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 will pass away.
Make time to save your stories,

Seize opportunity when it knocks
Or someday you and yours could be

The strangers in this box!

Author unknown.

Pin It Now!