I've used FREE Artificial Intelligence tools to create biographies, poems, songs and podcasts about my ancestors lives, plus my genealogy research and family history in the recent past. Every ancestor lives a unique life with unique relationships and life stories. Today, I want to share a poem, song and podcast about my third great-grandmother, Ann (Marshman) Richman (1784-1856).
I requested ChatGPT4, Grok, Gemini, and Claude (all FREE AI LLM tools) to create a poem and song lyrics, and a podcast, about Ann (Marshman) Richman (1784-1856).
I uploaded to the AI tools a PDF of my genealogical sketch which has all of the information I have about the life of Ann (Marshman) Richman (1784-1856) - see 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 34: #41 Ann (Marshman) Richman (1784-1856).
(AI-created image by Google Gemini 2.5 Flash)
1) The prompt I used was: "Please write a poem and song lyrics to celebrate the life of Ann (Marshman) Richman (1784-1856) using the attached document."
2) I chose the poem created by X Grok 3 today:
THE WILTSHIRE WEAVER
In Hilperton’s gentle fields, where willows sway,Ann Marshman came to life, ‘round 1784, they say.Born in Devizes, or so the census tells,To John and Anne, weavers of cloth and spells.A childhood woven with threads of toil and care,Her mother’s grave in ‘95 left the air threadbare.With siblings five, in Hilperton’s embrace,Ann grew, a spinster, with steady, quiet grace.In 1811, St. Michael’s church did see,Ann and John Richman joined, their marks an “X” decree.No flourish of pen, but love in humble vow,To build a life, as one, they’d plow.Eight children came, their lives a woven skein,Elizabeth, Sarah, John, through joy and pain.Ann, James, and Thomas, each a fleeting spark,Two Marys lost, small flames snuffed out in dark.On Marsh Lane’s path, in 1841 they dwelt,Coal hauler John, Ann’s loom with dreams was felt.Elizabeth and James, their hands to labor lent,In Hilperton Marsh, their days were spent.By 1851, John a butcher now,Ann at sixty-seven, her brow still strong, somehow.With daughter and granddaughters, Mary, Rosa near,Their home a haven, though life was often austere.Through warp and weft, Ann’s heart held firm and true,Her hands spun love in all she’d do.Till July’s end in 1856, her thread did part,Buried in Hilperton, she rests, with steadfast heart.Her life, a cloth of simple, honest weave,In Wiltshire’s fields, her legacy does cleave.Ann Marshman Richman, through time’s unyielding stream,Your name endures, a quiet, lasting gleam.
3) Here are the AI song lyrics created by Anthropic Claude 3.7 Sonnet (used as custom lyrics on Suno.com), using a family pop storytelling style in a moderate tempo - the link to the song is here: "The Wiltshire Weaver"
THE WILTSHIRE WEAVER
Verse 1
Born in Devizes when the century turned
Daughter of weavers, her living she earned
Ann Marshman walking the Wiltshire lanes
Through sunshine and sorrow, through joy and through pain
Verse 2
February morning in eighteen-eleven
John Richman took her hand, felt like heaven
With an X she signed her name so true
Thomas standing witness as their love grew
Chorus
She was a Wiltshire weaver, threads of gold and blue
Working through the seasons, making something new
From Hilperton Marsh to St. Michael's door
Ann lived her life with love worth living for
Verse 3
Eight children blessed their humble home
Elizabeth, Sarah, John, little Ann
James would travel far and roam
Thomas and two Marys in God's gentle hands
Chorus
She was a Wiltshire weaver, threads of gold and blue
Working through the seasons, making something new
From Hilperton Marsh to St. Michael's door
Ann lived her life with love worth living for
Verse 4
On Marsh Lane dwelling, coal dust and thread
Granddaughters playing while she earned their bread
Rosa and Mary, young voices so sweet
Making her tired heart skip a beat
Bridge
Some threads break early, some threads grow long
Some weave in silence, some weave in song
But every thread matters in the tapestry
Of a life lived with love and dignity
Ann's hands kept weaving through joy and strife
Seventy-two years of a beautiful life
Chorus
She was a Wiltshire weaver, threads of gold and blue
Working through the seasons, making something new
From Hilperton Marsh to St. Michael's door
Ann lived her life with love worth living for
Outro
Now the loom is silent, the work is done
But her love keeps weaving, thread by thread, one by one
In Hilperton's heart, her memory stays
A Wiltshire weaver for all of our days
Ann Marshman Richman, forever free
In the tapestry of eternity
4) Here is the Audio Overview "podcast" file for Ann (Marshman) Richman (1784-1856) from Google NotebookLM (based on the referenced genealogical sketch):
5) 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!
6) 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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