I enjoy creating memorials to reunite them with family. I am happy to transfer memorials that are not my relatives whether in or out of guidelines (unless you are someone who will only transfer within guidelines...then I will only transfer to you if it is within guidelines :)). If they are my relative, I would love to chat and see how we are related. If you ask to manage a memorial that is my relative but you don't state your relationship and do not accept messages, that makes things a little difficult. Please accept messages if you ask me to transfer a memorial to you so that we can connect over the memorial of a mutual family member.

You are also free to use any photos I have taken for any purpose.
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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, and 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, and 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?

Take time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours,
Could be strangers in the box

Author: Pam Harazim
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"We are the chosen. In each family, there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe."
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THIS IS A CEMETERY

Lives are commemorated
Deaths are recorded
Families are reunited
Memories are made tangible and
Love is undisguised
This is a cemetery.

Communities accord respect
Families bestow reverence
Historians seek information and
Our heritage is thereby enriched.

Testimonies of devotion, pride and warmth are carved in stone to pay warm tribute to accomplishments and to the life, not the death, of a loved one. The cemetery is homeland for memorials that are a sustaining source of comfort to the living.
A cemetery is a history of a people, a perpetual record of yesterday and a sanctuary of peace and quiet today.
A cemetery exists because every life is worth loving and remembering...always.

-Author unknown. The Lutheran All Faiths Cemetery brochure, Middle Village, New York.

I enjoy creating memorials to reunite them with family. I am happy to transfer memorials that are not my relatives whether in or out of guidelines (unless you are someone who will only transfer within guidelines...then I will only transfer to you if it is within guidelines :)). If they are my relative, I would love to chat and see how we are related. If you ask to manage a memorial that is my relative but you don't state your relationship and do not accept messages, that makes things a little difficult. Please accept messages if you ask me to transfer a memorial to you so that we can connect over the memorial of a mutual family member.

You are also free to use any photos I have taken for any purpose.
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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, and 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, and 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?

Take time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours,
Could be strangers in the box

Author: Pam Harazim
————————————————————
"We are the chosen. In each family, there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe."
----------------------------------------------------
THIS IS A CEMETERY

Lives are commemorated
Deaths are recorded
Families are reunited
Memories are made tangible and
Love is undisguised
This is a cemetery.

Communities accord respect
Families bestow reverence
Historians seek information and
Our heritage is thereby enriched.

Testimonies of devotion, pride and warmth are carved in stone to pay warm tribute to accomplishments and to the life, not the death, of a loved one. The cemetery is homeland for memorials that are a sustaining source of comfort to the living.
A cemetery is a history of a people, a perpetual record of yesterday and a sanctuary of peace and quiet today.
A cemetery exists because every life is worth loving and remembering...always.

-Author unknown. The Lutheran All Faiths Cemetery brochure, Middle Village, New York.