My name is Cheryl Babcock Wilson. I am researching for the benefit of my granddaughters.
I have found 8 direct ancestors that were Revolutionary War Veterans, so far, and many Civil War veterans that fought on both sides. I am the proud daughter of and the proud mother of combat veterans.
I love finding the personal histories of the men and women that contributed to my being here.
The following poem says it all:
The Strangers In The Box
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box Ive 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 or 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 stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
-written by Pamela A. Harazim