I've used FREE Artificial Intelligence tools to create biographies, poems and songs about genealogy and family history in the recent past. Today, I want to share a poem and a song about my maternal great-grandfather, CharlesAuble (1849-1916).
1) I requested Microsoft CoPilot, Perplexity, Meta, ChatGPT and Claude (all FREE AI tools) to create a poem about one of my grandparents. Here is the Prompt I used for the poem and the song lyrics about my maternal great-grandfather, Charles Auble (1849-1916):
Please write a poem and song lyrics about the life of Charles Auble using this information: Charles Auble (1849-1916) was born in Newark, New Jersey on 31 October 1849, son of David and Sarah (Knapp) Auble. David was a shoemaker. David and Sarah had 6 children, William Auble (1845-????), Frances Auble (1846-1917), Charles, Katherine Auble (1851-1940), Anna Auble (1859-1913) and Cora Auble (1860-1876). The David Auble family moved to Terre Haute, Indiana in about 1865. In the 1870 and 1880 US census records, Charles occupation was a painter and he resided with his parents. By 1888, Charles had moved to Chicago, Illinois. He met Georgianna Kemp in Chicago, and they married on 19 June 1898 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They had one child, Emily Kemp Auble (1899-1977), born 19 August 1899 in Chicago. In the 1900 and 1910 US census records, Charles occupation was a house (interior) decorator residing in Chicago. Charles and his family moved to San Diego, California in about 1911, and resided on 14th street. His occupation was painter when he registered to vote in 1914. A sign outside his house said he was a painter and interior decorator. He was in the Painter's Union and was a Mason. Charley was bald with a mustache, was portly in his later years, and fond of strong drink. He died on 23 March 1916 at age 66 of a ruptured gall bladder after falling down the stairs in his home in San Diego, and was buried without a gravestone in Masonic Cemetery (now Mount Hope Cemetery) in San Diego. He left his widow and 16 year-old daughter to mourn his passing.
You can read more about the life of Charles Auble's life in 52 Ancestors Friday: #14 Charles Auble (1849-1916).
2) I chose the poem created by Claude AI today. Here are the stanzas:
"The Painter's Story"
Born on All Hallows' Eve in Newark's hold,
Where David shaped leather with craftsman's care,
Young Charles, midst siblings five, would soon unfold
His own path's promise in the autumn air.
To Terre Haute the Aubles westward flew,
When Charles was sixteen, seeking fortune's grace.
With brush in hand, his artist's spirit grew,
As paint and palette found their rightful place.
Chicago called him to her windswept shores,
Where Georgianna's heart he'd come to win.
Their June wedding opened marriage's doors,
And Emily, their joy, would soon begin.
Through Chicago's halls his talent shone,
As walls and rooms bloomed beneath his hand.
An artist's touch in every home was known,
His decorator's skill in high demand.
To San Diego's sunny climes they came,
Where fourteenth street became their final stay.
His shop sign proudly bore the Auble name,
As Union painter worked from day to day.
A Mason true, with portly frame and bare
Crown topped by mustache, fond of spirits strong,
None could foresee the fatal stairs would tear
Him from his loved ones, gone too swift, too long.
No stone marks where he rests in Masonic ground,
But memories remain of sixty six years:
A craftsman's life in colors rich and round,
Leaving wife and daughter wrapped in tears.
From Newark's leather shops to Western shore,
Charles Auble's journey stretched through time and space.
Though gone in nineteen-sixteen, evermore
His painted legacy leaves lasting grace.
3) Here are the AI created song and lyrics for "The Painter's Story" (with song lyrics created on ChatGPT-4o) as custom lyrics on Suno.com, using a folk, upbeat, storytelling, medium tempo style:
"THE PAINTER'S STORY "
Verse 1
In Newark he was born, in October’s chill,
Son of a shoemaker, a life to fulfill.
He held a brush, made colors dance,
In Terre Haute, he took his chance.
Verse 2
Through city streets, the skyline high,
In Chicago’s glow, he found his why.
Met Georgianna, pledged his hand,
And together they dreamed of a life well-planned.
Chorus
He was a painter of dreams, with colors so bright,
In every room, he left his light.
From Newark to San Diego’s shore,
Charles Auble’s brush would paint no more.
Verse 3
With Emily born, their world was whole,
A family bound in heart and soul.
They moved westward, set their sights,
Where sunsets bathe in golden lights.
Verse 4
With his brush, he’d make a house a home,
In San Diego, his legacy shone.
Union man and Mason true,
His life painted in shades of blue.
Chorus
He was a painter of dreams, with colors so bright,
In every room, he left his light.
From Newark to San Diego’s shore,
Charles Auble’s brush would paint no more.
Bridge
But his life lives on, in every stroke,
In the laughter and love, his spirit spoke.
Though his hands are still, his colors remain,
In every room, in sun or rain.
Chorus
He was a painter of dreams, with colors so bright,
In every room, he left his light.
From Newark to San Diego’s shore,
Charles Auble’s brush would paint no more.
Outro
So raise a glass to a life well-spent,
To every color and moment meant.
A painter of dreams, forever more,
In memories held from shore to shore.
The AI tools do this so much better than I could, and each tool provides a different poem and song from the same prompt. I love fishing in all of the AI streams!!
4) My blog posts with the AI-created poems and songs to date are on the Artificial Intelligence Posts page.
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