I found this among my mother's collection:
The only information on the back is that it was taken 5 March 1913 in York (which probably means Yorkshire, as there's a line above York that the photo has been cropped through so it's unreadable).
My mother's parents were born in 1910 and 1911, so I know it doesn't feature them. It could have one or more of their siblings in it, but I don't recognise any faces (although there are two I could believe belong to relatives). My guess is that my mother got it from her mother, who inherited it from one of her siblings.
This school photograph was important to someone, most likely someone I knew. They could have looked at it and told you the names of many of the children and the teachers. They could have said what happened to some of them in their later lives. They could have told you the names of their friends' parents and, later, of their friends' children. A photograph like this is a catalyst for memories.
All those memories are lost now. All that remains is a photograph of children who were to go on to live their lives, but who are now deceased.
I look at the faces, I wonder what happened to them, and I'll never know. With no connection to it, and scant chance of finding one, I should probably just throw it away.
I can't, though. If nothing else, it shows that at a time and a place long passed these people existed.
I can't throw away an image that was captured at the start of so many lives.