| STRANGERS IN A 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 or when, These faces of my heritage would come to life again. Of pictures we take today? The faces and 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. Author Unknown |
Hillbilly Genealogy Poem Suzy Lee fell in love. She planned to marry Joe. She was so happy about it all, she told her pappy so. Pappy told her, "Suzie Gal" you'll have to find another. I'd just as soon yo maw don't know, but Joe is yo half-brother." So Suzie forgot about her Joe and planned to marry Will. But after telling pappy this, he said, "There's trouble still." "You can't marry Will, my gal and please don't tell yo mother, cause Will and Joe and several mo I know is yo half-brother." But mama knew and said "Honey chile, do what makes yo happy. Marry Will or marry Joe, You ain't no kin to pappy!" Author Unknown |
