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 paternal great-grandmother, Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920).
1) I requested Microsoft CoPilot, Perplexity, Meta, ChatGPT4 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 paternal great-grandmother, Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920):
Please write a poem about Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920) based on this information: Hattie Louise Hildreth was born 28 November 1857 in Northborough, Worcester County, Massachusetts, the first child of Edward and Sophia (Newton) Hildreth. Hattie Hildreth married at age 17 to Frank Walton Seaver (1852-1922) in Keene, Cheshire County, New Hampshire. Their home was at 149 Lancaster Street in Leominster, Worcester County, Massachusetts with Hattie's parents. They had three sons: * Frederick Walton "Fred" Seaver (1876-1942) * Harry Clifton Seaver (1885-1951) * Howard Edward Seaver (1893-1900) Hattie lost her father, Edward Hildreth, in 1899 in Leominster, and lost her third son Howard in April 1900. Her mother outlived her and died in 1923 in Leominster. Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver died of stomach cancer on 29 November 1920 in her home in Leominster, and is buried in Evergreen Cemetery in Leominster, Massachusetts with her husband and their son Howard. She was described by her grandchildren as being handsome, redheaded, with a stern look and bearing. She dressed beautifully and was an accomplished needle worker. She was a great cook, and the grandchildren recalled the smell and taste of her pies in her kitchen and pantry.
You can read more about the life of Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver in 52 Ancestors Friday: Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920).
NOTE: In the photograph, Hattie (Hildreth) Seaver is the woman in the white blouse seated next to her mother, Sophia (Newton) Hildreth on the far right.
2) I chose the poem created by ChatGP T4 AI today. Here are the stanzas:
"The Redhead Beauty of Lancaster Street"
Born in Northborough on a November day,
Firstborn of Edward and Sophia's array.
Red hair like embers, with a stern, steady grace,
In her presence, all felt her strength and embrace.
At seventeen, a young bride she became,
Wedded to Frank, taking Seaver's name.
On Lancaster Street, beside her kin,
She built a home with warmth within.
Three sons she bore, each a joy and a light,
Frederick, Harry, and Howard, so bright.
But sorrow crept in, a dark shadow cast—
As young Howard’s life slipped away all too fast.
The scent of her pies filled the kitchen and hall,
A feast of warmth for her loved ones all.
In every stitch, her needle’s art sang,
In linens and cloths her talents rang.
Handsome and proud, with red hair's fiery gleam,
A figure of beauty in her grandchildren’s dreams.
With elegant dress and hands deft at work,
She left a legacy of love, never to shirk.
Though she faced sorrow, illness, and pain,
She kept her poise—her courage reigned.
In Evergreen’s soil, she rests in peace,
With Frank and young Howard, her family’s release.
A mother, a maker, a heart’s quiet song,
In memory, Hattie’s spirit lives on.
3) Here are the AI created song and lyrics for "The Redhead Beauty of Lancaster Street" (with song lyrics created on Claude AI used as custom lyrics on Suno.com), using a folk, upbeat, storytelling, medium tempo style:
"The Redhead Beauty of Lancaster Street"
Verse 1Born in Northborough's autumn chillNovember winds upon the hillEdward's daughter, Sophia's prideRed hair glowing like sunset's tideVerse 2Seventeen young when love came 'roundFrank Seaver's heart in Keene townThree fine sons to bless their homeWhere spices filled the evening's domeChorusShe's the redhead beauty of Lancaster StreetWhere pie crust rises in summer's heatNeedle and thread dance in her handsThe proudest mother in all the land(The proudest mother in all the land)Verse 3Frederick, Harry, little Howard dearEach one precious, each one nearBut heaven called her youngest sonIn nineteen hundred, spring barely begunBridgeTime flows like thread through her needle's eyeMemories sweet as her apple pieSome roads are hard, some joys completeBut she stands tall on Lancaster Street(She stands tall…)Verse 4They remember her stern and handsome faceHer perfect stitches, her kitchen's graceThe scent of cinnamon in the airThe legacy of love she sharedChorusShe's the redhead beauty of Lancaster StreetWhere pie crust rises in summer's heatNeedle and thread dance in her handsThe proudest mother in all the land(The proudest mother in all the land)OutroNow she rests in EvergreenBesides her Frank and Howard sereneBut her spirit lives in stories toldOf Lancaster Street and heart of gold(Of Lancaster Street and heart of gold...)
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) These stories, told in verse and song, are part of my genealogy and family research. My hope is that they will be passed down to my grandchildren and their descendants to highlight the importance of sharing stories, memories, admiration, and love of our ancestors. I will add them to my Google Drive and to my YouTube channel and my FOREVER account.
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