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-grandfathers, Henry Arnold White (1824-1885) based on infomation from my genealogy research.
Please write a poem and song lyrics about Henry A. White using this information: Henry Arnold White was born about 1824 in Glocester, RI, the first child of Jonathan White and Miranda Wade. He married Amy Frances Oatley on 30 June 1844 in Thompson CT. 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). In the 1850 US census, he was a weaver in Killingly CT with 3 children. In 1852, Henry A. White bought 54 acres of land in East Killingly from Paulina Mitchell for $150. In the 1860 US census in East Killingly, he was a manufacturer, and had a wife and 5 children. On 12 November 1864, his wife Amy (Oatley) White died in Norwich CT. On 29 June 1866, he married Almira Elizabeth Taft in Glocester RI. They had one child - Effie C. White (1874-1900). In the 1870 US census, Henry resided in East Killingly CT with his wife Almira and three children. He worked in a cotton mill. In the 1880 US census, Henry resided in East Killingly CT with his wife Almira and 2 children, and was a carpenter. Henry White died of locomotor ataxia on 1 August 1885 in East Killingly CT. He was buried in Bartlett Cemetery #1 in Killingly CT with wife Almira and daughter Effie.
HENRY WHITE'S STORY
In Glocester’s hills, where the air was clean,
In 1824, young Henry Arnold White was seen.
The firstborn child of Jonathan’s line,
And Miranda Wade, his mother divine.
To Thompson, Connecticut, his heart was bound,
Where Amy Oatley’s love he found.
In 1844, they joined as one,
And soon their family had begun.
Ellen, Julia, Emily and Henry came,
Three daughters and a son who bore the name.
In Killingly’s mills, the looms would hum,
As Henry worked till the day was done.
In 1852, he seized the chance,
Fifty-four acres in Killingly, a bold advance.
For $150, he made his stand,
A life of labor, tied to the land.
By 1860, the census displayed,
A manufacturer, his craft well-laid.
With Amy and children, five in their care,
Building a legacy both firm and fair.
But sorrow struck in sixty-four,
When Amy was lost, her life no more.
With grief in his heart, yet love anew,
He wed Almira Taft Winslow in ’66’s view.
By 1870, his craft had turned,
To cotton mills where his living he earned.
Effie was born in seventy-four,
A child to cherish, their hearts to restore.
A carpenter’s trade by 1880 told,
In East Killingly, his skills took hold.
Through joy and loss, he walked his road,
Bearing life’s burdens, a heavy load.
In 1885, his time had come,
Locomotor ataxia left him undone.
Laid to rest in Bartlett’s ground,
With Almira and Effie, peace he found.
Henry A. White, a steadfast man,
Wove his story with a weaver’s hand.
Through trials and triumphs, his life did shine,
A thread in the tapestry of time.
HENRY WHITE'S STORY
Verse 1:In the hills of Glocester, where the sun first shone,Henry White was born, a seed gently sown.Married Amy Frances, in love they did bind,In Thompson, CT, their hearts intertwined.
Verse 2:With children’s laughter echoing in their home,Ellen, Julia, Emily, Henry Jr. they'd grown.A weaver by trade, with dreams to aspire,In Killingly’s fields, he stoked life’s fire.
Chorus:Oh, Henry White, your story we sing,From Glocester's roots to the hopes you’d bring.In love and labor, through joy and strife,We honor the tapestry of your life.
Verse 3:In ’52, he bought land, built dreams so grand,In East Killingly, he made his stand.Life's cruel hand, in ’64 took his wife,Yet he found new love, and embraced new life.
Verse 4:With Almira Taft, he started anew,Effie brought light, where shadows once grew.A carpenter’s hands, a craftsman’s heart,In East Killingly, he played his part.
Chorus:Oh, Henry White, your story we sing,From Glocester's roots to the hopes you’d bring.In love and labor, through joy and strife,We honor the tapestry of your life.
Bridge:Through the mills and fields, you toiled with grace,In Bartlett Cemetery, you found your place.Your legacy lives, in hearts that recall,Henry White, we honor it all.
Outro:Henry, your story echoes through time,In woven dreams and family lines.With love and strength, you faced life’s fight,Forever shining, our dear Henry White.
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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