I've used FREE Artificial Intelligence tools to create biographies, poems and songs about my ancestors lives and family history in the recent past. Today, I want to share a poem and a song about one of my paternal 2nd great-grandmothers, Amy Frances (Oatley) White (1826-1864) based on information from my genealogy research.
Please write a poem and song lyrics for Amy Frances Oatley, who was born in about 1826 in South Kingstown, Rhode Island, the 9th child (of 14) and daughter of Jonathan and Amy (Champlin) Oatley. She married Henry White on 30 June 1844 at age 18 in Thompson, Connecticut. They resided in East Killingly, Connecticut. They had 6 children - Ellen Frances White (1845-1916), Julia E. White (1848-1913), Emily Elizabeth White (1849-1936), Henry J. White (1853-1919), female White (1858-1858) and Frederick J. White (1860-1870). Amy died 12 November 1864 at age 38 in Norwich, Connecticut of a strangulated hernia, leaving her husband with five children aged 4 to 19. She is interred in Bartlett Cemetery in Killingly.During her married life, she ran the White household (planning and preparing meals, baking bread preserving food, fetching water, tending to livestock and poultry, cleaning house, doing laundry, gardening, sewing and mending clothes, supervising, teaching and tending to the needs of her children, supervising hired help, maintaining supplies, loving and encouraging every person in her family), while helping her parents and siblings and attending church regularly.
AMY'S HEART OF GOLD
From South Kingstown's shores where the salt breezes blow,
Jonathan Oatley's child, and Amy Champlin's too,
Ninth of fourteen siblings, their daughter Amy grew
To learn life's lessons, faithful, strong and true.
When Henry White came calling for her hand,
Their June wedding blessed the summer land.
To East Killingly's hills they made their way,
Where love would bloom through every passing day.
First came Ellen Frances, their joy and pride,
Then Julia E., with spirit sweet and wide,
Emily Elizabeth, their third sweet flower,
Young Henry J., bringing strength and power.
A daughter brief as morning's gentle rain,
Then Frederick J., their family complete again.
Her days were filled with never-ending care,
The water drawn, the bread baked fresh and fair,
The garden tended, clothes sewn late at night,
Each task performed to make their burdens light.
Through seasons' change she kept her family strong,
Her love a constant thread, a gentle song.
In church and community her spirit shone,
While helping kin and making peace her home.
Too soon she left this earthly shore behind,
At thirty-eight, leaving five to wind
Their way without their mother's gentle hand,
Though still her love would help them understand.
In Bartlett's ground she rests beneath the trees,
Her memory carried on the Connecticut breeze.
A mother, wife, and daughter of the land,
Who lived her life with heart and helping hand.
Though brief her years upon this mortal ground,
Her legacy in loving deeds is found:
In children raised, in meals shared day by day,
In countless kindnesses along life's way.
Verse 1:
Jonathan Oatley and Amy Champlin's child
Born to South Kingstown's coastline wild
One of fourteen children growing strong and free
Learning how to make a home beside the sea
Verse 2:
Henry White's beloved on that June day
When wedding bells rang out along the way
To Killingly they went to build their life
Where love would grow through joy and strife
Chorus:
Amy Frances Oatley, your light still shines today
Through the lives you nurtured before you slipped away
Your hands were always busy, your heart was always full
Weaving love through everything, making life beautiful
Verse 3:
Ellen Frances first, then Julia E.
Emily Elizabeth, making three
Henry J. and then a daughter brief
Frederick J. completed their family tree
Bridge:
Each child carried forward your gentle grace
Ellen, Julia, Emily showing the way
Henry and Frederick, your sons so dear
Though some left early, your love stayed near
Through generations flowing down
Your spirit lives in Killingly town
Verse 4:
Now in Bartlett Cemetery you rest
Among the souls that heaven blessed
Your children's children speak your name
Keeping bright your lasting flame
Chorus:
Amy Frances Oatley, your light still shines today
Through the lives you nurtured before you slipped away
Your hands were always busy, your heart was always full
Weaving love through everything, making life beautiful
Outro:
Amy Frances Oatley White, your light still shines today
Through generations, showing us the way
Amy Frances Oatley White, your light still shines...
Your light still shines...
The AI tools do this so much better than I could, and weaves the poem and song along a story theme that is true and heartfelt. Each tool provides a different poem and song from the same prompt --I love fishing in all of the AI streams!! Frankly, doing the poems and song are the most genealogy fun I have every week!
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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