Renfrew St, Dalhousie, NB, CA. Past and Present

I just love this Google Maps with the street view. I was on maps the other night checking on a village in Ct., when I wondered if Dalhousie had the street view feature. And low and behold it did ! I posted before on my old post card and was pleased  to see the same view in color. WHAT WAS REALLY STRANGE WAS THE FIRST SCENE  WAS AT THE BASE OF THE STREET FACING AN OLD CEMETERY!! I have to wonder if my Great Grandparents spirits did that. I really would love to visit there but its quite a drive even from Maine. Maybe someday!
People have attached photos to the locality which is a really nice feature.

Here are the the photos to compare.

A Post Card From Dalhousie N.B.

I was asked how do I know if Lillian Balfour was from Dalhousie and all I have are memories of my father's and of my own. The photo shows the long hill down to the harbor and I recall her telling me how she would slide down it in the winter. The reverse side I believe would date the time as after 1915.
It was addressed to my uncle who must have remained in school while she traveled. She refers to the boys as been well ( I'm inferring she's referring to my other uncle and my father as being with her). The ages of the brothers at this time would be about 11,9 and 2. The first child was born in Boston in 1904, so I'm guessing a marriage around 1902 or 1903, coming to the U.S. maybe around 1900 or 1901. I recall she worked in Boston and probably met my grandfather there. He was a railroad engineer whom I have posted about before. I find no record of her prior to 1910 (Census 1910 Webster Ma.)
P.s. I Googled H.V. Henderson and found him listed with (1920-1960) .If compared to other publishers the dates would refer to the time in business.
This would now date my postcard as post 1920. The site I found is
http://www.metropostcard.com/publishersh.html
The boys ages would now be at least 16,14, and 7.

I Wish You Could Speak

I'm re posting this picture to enter it into the "Smile for the Camera" Blog Carnival. My hope is that others can offer comments on any clues contained in the photograph. As I said in my previous post that it has intrigued me for years.
It was with my grandmothers album, and I suspect that it may be from her family in New Brunswick Canada. My uneducated guess is that it was taken around 1900. The women's clothes could help date it, as well as the frame.
I think the older woman on the left interesting as it looks as she intended not to look at the camera. She may even be an Native American. If from Dalhousie,New Brunswick the family name would be Balfour, but as of yet I haven't located any records to match my grand mothers birth in 1882.
Even without names the picture will remain a wonderful image of our past.

The People In The Box

THE PEOPLE IN THE BOX
The poem which I will post below, really struck me. I know it is one of the reasons that I created this blog, and why I try to fill in some of the details of their lives. At some point, I hope to have enough notes in my Genealogy files to make reading a little more interesting. I recently found 5
tiny pictures in very old frames from around the mid 1800's. It's a Barnes family but only 3 of the children are labeled, and I haven't found how they are related yet. They need to get out of the box, they were saved for a least 150 years and should be remembered. I'm gonna bet here that they are cousins from up on Barnes Hill Rd in Burlington. After the holidays, I'll contact a distant cousin who is a Burlington Historian. He gave a lot of bits and pieces last March.
I've posted above a picture from the Larrabee/Balfour box that has intrigued me for years. I think it may be a picture of my Nana Larrabee's side of the family. The Balfours shall be the BRICK WALL of our family tree!! I have the oral history leads, but not a bit of written evidence. I also can't find any record of Lillian and Lester's marriage yet. I did get a little further back last week when I found that my Uncle Galen and Uncle Lester Putnam were born in Boston Ma. My Uncle Lester must not have liked his name because I only knew him as Uncle Frank. I need to get him out my box as only I know that's him standing by his milk wagon.
I was thinking now I may not be left in the box, I have both daughters deeply involved in scrap booking and I don't think I ended up as a scrap on the floor.
Enough here's the poem:

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 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, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?

Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.

By Pam Harazim East Hampton, Conn.

And where did I find the poem, you might ask. Why, on the Google Group for Genealogy in the Azores of course! It's my latest find and the people there are quite helpful.

Muito Boas Festas e Feliz Ano Novo.