Patrick Lucero

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48448879

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Researching: Lucero in Nevada/New Mexico; Estill in Alabama/Arkansas; Rains in Alabama/Arkansas; Morphew in Alabama/Arkansas; Ingle in Alabama/Arkansas; Kennedy in Illinois/ Kansas/Oklahoma; Rock in Kansas/Oklahoma; Regnier in Oklahoma/Canada; Fuller in Kansas/Oklahoma; Davidson in Indiana/Missouri/Oklahoma; Walker in Indiana/Missouri; Mackey in Oklahoma; Duncan in Illinois/Oklahoma; Branson in Illinois; Hendee in Illinois; Watkins in Illinois; Gray in Arkansas/Oklahoma; McKinnley in Arkansas/Oklahoma; Dixon in Kansas/OklahomaStrangers In The Box~Pamela A. Harazim 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, 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 passed 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.

Researching: Lucero in Nevada/New Mexico; Estill in Alabama/Arkansas; Rains in Alabama/Arkansas; Morphew in Alabama/Arkansas; Ingle in Alabama/Arkansas; Kennedy in Illinois/ Kansas/Oklahoma; Rock in Kansas/Oklahoma; Regnier in Oklahoma/Canada; Fuller in Kansas/Oklahoma; Davidson in Indiana/Missouri/Oklahoma; Walker in Indiana/Missouri; Mackey in Oklahoma; Duncan in Illinois/Oklahoma; Branson in Illinois; Hendee in Illinois; Watkins in Illinois; Gray in Arkansas/Oklahoma; McKinnley in Arkansas/Oklahoma; Dixon in Kansas/OklahomaStrangers In The Box~Pamela A. Harazim 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, 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 passed 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.

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