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, Hannah (Rich) Richman (1824-1911) based on infomation from my genealogy research.
James Richman (1821-1912) Family in 1885 (from family photograph colorized by MyHeritage)
1) I requested Microsoft CoPilot, Meta, ChatGPT4 and Claude (all FREE AI tools) to create a poem about one of my paternal 2nd great-grandmothers, Hannah (Rich) Richman (1824-1911). Here is the Prompt information I used for the poem and the song lyrics:
Please create a poem and song lyrics about the life of Hannah (Rich) Richmond (1824-1911) with this information: Hannah Rich was born 16 April 1824 in Hilperton, Wiltshire, the 7th child and 2nd daughter of John and Rebecca (Hill) Rich. She was baptized on 19 February 1837 in the Hilperton parish church. She had 10 siblings, but 3 died as small children. Hannah married James Richman at age 21 on 7 September 1845 in the Hilperton parish church. Hannah was a spinster and a weaver. James and Hannah had nine children - Thomas (1848-1917), James (1849-1929), Ann (1851-1853), Louisa A (1852-1940), Elizabeth Ann (1854-1931), Emma (1856-1921), Hannah Rebecca (1858-1907), John Henry (1865-1947), and Charles Edwin (1866-1951). In the 1851 England census, Hannah was age 25 and a woolen weaver residing in Hilperton Marsh with her husband and her two young sons. The family decided to try to improve their fortunes in the United States. James came across with his brother-in-law in 1855, and on 14 November 1856 Hannah Richman arrived on the ship Osprey out of Glasgow in New York City, along with her 5 living children. The family started using the surname Richmond before 1860. The family settled in Burrillville RI where James was a farm laborer in the 1860 US census with Hannah and 6 children. The James Richmond family moved to Putnam, CT in 1866 where he worked as manager of the mill engine. In the 1870 US census, the family resided in Putnam CT and Hannah was age 45 and keeping house with 6 children at home. In the early 1870s, they bought a dairy farm from Nathaniel Battey on Richmond Road in Putnam. In the 1880 US census, the family resided in Putnam CT and Hannah was aged 55 and a housekeeper, with 4 children at home. In the 1900 US census, Hannah was enumerated as age 75 and a housekeeper. In the 1910 US census, Hannah was age 85, with her husband, their son John and his family, and their daughter Louisa. Hannah died 8 August 1911 in Putnam, CT at age 87 on their farm, of arteriosclerosis and old age, and James died 20 December 1912. They are buried in Grove Street Cemetery in Putnam. Hannah was a daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, and randmother. She was a member of the Methodist church, shared her knowledge, love and wisdom with a wide circle of friends, and was respected by all who knew her. She raised 8 children to adulthood, ran the household (planning, cooking, cleaning, washing, knitting) and counseled, guided, praised, and loved her family, while James ran the farm. In an 1890s family photograph with her husband and children, Hannah looks very contented and demure with short straight hair and a cap. In a 1905 photograph, she is short, white haired, has a wrinkled face, with a shawl around her.
2) I chose the poem created by ChatGPT4 today. Here are the stanzas:
HANNAH'S SONG
In Hilperton’s quiet, rolling fields of green,
On April’s spring morn in 1824 serene,
Hannah Rich was born, the seventh in line,
A daughter of John and Rebecca, divine.
Through childhood she toiled, a weaver of thread,
While siblings around her, some early to bed.
Baptized in the parish in thirty-seven’s year,
Her faith a foundation, her heart held dear.
At twenty-one, beneath the church’s tall spire,
She wed James Richman, her partner, her fire.
A spinster no more, her life took its course,
Through weaving and family, her steadfast source.
Nine children she bore, her legacy’s span—
Thomas, James, Ann, and Louisa began,
Elizabeth, Emma, Rebecca, John, and Charles too,
A mother’s proud heart, their lives she imbued.
The call of new shores, a brighter endeavor,
Led James first to cross the Atlantic forever.
In fifty-six, on the Osprey's cold tide,
Hannah and her brood joined, standing side by side.
In Burrillville, Rhode Island, they made their start,
James worked the fields, Hannah played her part.
By 1860, Richmond they were known,
A family united, their roots now sown.
To Putnam they moved in sixty-six’s year,
Where James ran the engine, their path ever clear.
By the early '70s, a farm they acquired,
On Richmond Road, where they both retired.
Through decades of toil, her strength never waned,
A housekeeper, mother—her life unchained.
She cooked, she cleaned, she knitted with care,
Guiding her children with love rare.
In the census of eighty, she stood aged fifty-five,
Her family beside her, vibrant and alive.
By ninety-five, her hair white as snow,
Her spirit steadfast, her wisdom aglow.
Hannah grew old, her shawl round her frame,
Yet her love remained constant, steady as flame.
A grandmother revered, a church member true,
Her circle of friends and family grew.
On August the eighth, in nineteen eleven,
Hannah passed on to her heavenly haven.
With James by her side, in Grove Street they rest,
Two lives intertwined, a family blessed.
A wife, a mother, a soul filled with grace,
Hannah Richmond’s story time cannot erase.
Through joys and struggles, her legacy beams,
A life well-lived, fulfilled with dreams.
3) Here are the AI created song and lyrics for "Hannah's Song" (with song lyrics created on CoPilot AI used as custom lyrics on Suno.com), using a storytelling style in an upbeat tempo:
HANNAH'S SONG
(Verse 1)
In the fields of Wiltshire, where the dawn first kissed the sky,
Born in eighteen twenty-four, a bright and gentle sigh,
Hannah's hands were weavers, crafting dreams with every thread,
Her love, it knew no boundaries, her spirit always spread.
(Verse 2)
In Hilperton, you found your love, James was by your side,
Together through the storms of life, your hearts were open wide,
From England's shores to New York's dreams, your journey did unfold,
In every step, in every breath, your story has been told.
(Chorus)
Oh, Hannah, we remember, the life you lived so grand,
With love and grace, you held your family’s hand,
From Wiltshire’s fields to Putnam’s shore,
Your legacy of love will endure evermore.
(Verse 3)
In Burrillville and Putnam too, you made a home so bright,
With nine young hearts you nurtured well, your love, our guiding light,
A weaver’s touch, a mother’s heart, your wisdom you did share,
In every smile, in every tear, your spirit lingers there.
(Chorus)
Oh, Hannah, we remember, the life you lived so grand,
With love and grace, you held your family’s hand,
From Wiltshire’s fields to Putnam’s shore,
Your legacy of love will endure evermore.
(Bridge)
Through photographs and memories, your story comes alive,
In every wrinkle, every smile, your love will still survive,
From the fields you walked, to the dreams you held so close,
Hannah, your life’s a precious gift, of all we cherish most.
(Verse 4)
In the twilight of your years, with family gathered near,
Your wisdom and your gentle touch made every moment dear,
You rest now in Grove Street’s calm, your journey’s finally done,
But in our hearts, dear Hannah, your legacy lives on.
(Chorus)
Oh, Hannah, we remember, the life you lived so grand,
With love and grace, you held your family’s hand,
From Wiltshire’s fields to Putnam’s shore,
Your legacy of love will endure evermore.
(Outro)
Hannah, your life a tender song, of love, of grace, of light,
In every heart you've touched, you shine so bright,
We honor you, we cherish you, we sing your life anew,
Forevermore, dear Hannah, our hearts belong to you.
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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