Bosch Studio - Class of 1947

I remember going for my class picture at Bosch Studio on Hamilton Street. It was a very formal event - we sat straight on the stool in a few different poses. We couldn't wait to get those pictures back to exchange the wallet sized ones with our friends and of course both Grandma Brandi and Grandma Shea needed a 5x7 and Mom wanted the 8x10.

Flash forward to my daughters' picture days. There was nothing formal about it. I can truthfully say that both those days were favorite memories. They each had four outfits to change into - 45 photos were taken inside and outside. By a barn door, sitting on a rock, all dressed up standing by a column.

Flash forward to grandchildren - they now get everything on a CD - lots of pictures to choose from - they can print off any extras they want.

Even though the technology has changed - the way you feel that you have "come of age" that graduation is just around the corner. That you really are going out into the world. It is a rite of passage. One that is time honored and appreciated by all.

Strangers in the Box

Tom Kennedy wanted to know where to send some pictures - I told him to ME of course, I would love to add more to the blog. I am still looking for the Yearbooks listed on the left side of the blog - I would love to have every year represented. Then today Tom sent the website to this poem and I thought it was lovely, too.

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.
© 1997 by Pamela A. Harazim


In 1997, I authored the poem titled, "Strangers in the Box." At the
time I was teaching scrapbooking classes, and used the poem in my
presentations. I have found it in so many places, printed as "author
unknown," but I am trying to correct this and ask that you credit me.

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. I have few stories of
family before my grandparents--I need to do some genealogy hunting for
myself!

Feel free to include my email address, in case anyone has any questions.

Thanks,
Pam Harazim
East Hampton, CT
dpharazim@cyberzone.net