Do you have a box of photographs you're going to sort out?

I have a big box of photographs, which I'm going to sort out. I'm going to write where it was taken, and who those people are. I've been meaning to do that since I went digital. When was that? Do you got a box in your closet, too?
 

I have boxes but they are all neatly labeled. My family were great picture takers and they also kept them in order. I scan a few in now and then if someone wants to see a particular photo but I still enjoy looking at the old albums even though I have to vacuum after I do. The black paper they used in albums years ago keeps breaking off and I am constantly re gluing the tiny corners but they bring back memories.
 

I am the family archivist. At least, that's what I like to call myself, rather than a "packrat".

After years of start-and-stop work on the pics, I am now down to four large (and I mean LARGE) "packers" full of the things. In the packers, I have at least divided the pics into plastic bags full of each person's individual pictures and other categories such as "group pictures", "misc. relatives", "Grandma & Grandpa ______", "Dad's baby pictures", "Mom and Dad's wedding", etc. Then there are about a gazillion newspaper clippings, old post cards, souvenir programs, etc. that for some reason my grandmothers kept. And then.....there are all sorts of things that I can't categorize. My ultimate goal is to pick out a few hundred "representative" photos (great-grandparents, my parents when they were young, etc...) and make a CD of them. I'd give everyone a copy.

The problem is that all this stuff makes me sneeze like mad and gives me a sinus attack every time. I wear a mask and work in a well-ventilated room but it gets me every time. Between the disintegrating paper and probably mold, dust mites, and who knows what else, it's a toxic waste dump.

I'm not sure what or who I'm doing this for. The rest of the family isn't really interested and MY offspring certainly have no desire to have this stuff left to them. If and when I ever get this job done and make the CD, I'll send everyone THEIR pictures, whether they want them or not.

If I'm lucky, I'll die before I'm finished and the whole lot can be thrown out with the trash.....LOL.
 
I did sit my mother down one weekend and make her go over a huge pile of unidentified old photographs with me.

Most of the pictures were "Oh, that's Cousin Pete's second wife's daughter from her first marriage." Whoosh, in the trash. If Mom couldn't come up the name, out they went. If they were further off than second cousins, whoosh! Photos of someone's farm implements or the side of a barn? Whoosh.
 
I've somehow lost old photos that I remember pouring over since childhood. Still have some, but I would have to bring them somewhere to digitalize. How I wish I had the lost ones back.

Seems like it's time for my yearly posting of the "old photo" poem I enjoy....and I'm really not into poetry, but I like this one.

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 picture 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
 


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