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-grandfather, John Rich (1790-1868) of Wiltshire, England.
I requested ChatGPT4, Grok, Gemini, and Claude (all FREE AI LLM tools) to create a poem and song lyrics, and a podcast, about John Rich (1790-1868).
JOHN RICH'S LEGACY
In Wiltshire's heart, where green fields lay,John Rich was born, one November day,In seventeen ninety, a new life unfurled,Eldest of six in a changing world.William and Betty, his parents true,Saw Martha leave, at nine, anewThe sorrow of an age, so harsh and grim,Before his mother faded, light grew dim.Then Valentine's Day, in eighteen fifteen,Rebecca Hill became his queen.At Hilperton's church, with an "X" they signed,A working-class bond, lovingly entwined.Eleven children, a bustling, hopeful brood,Though life's cruel hand, some understoodToo soon, like little John, and William's brief stay,Yet new life bloomed, chasing shadows away.From James in Cardiff, a long life he'd see,To Ann in America, brave and free.Another John, and Jesse, born as twins,Hannah and William, new journeys begin.Elizabeth, Emma, and Samuel, the last,Across the wide ocean, their anchors cast.From Hilperton's loom, to a distant shore,His children's footsteps, forevermore.A hand loom weaver, by trade and by hand,In Hilperton Marsh, he made his stand.Through Industrial change, he wove his fate,A house and garden, beyond the gate.The census whispers, through the years it flows,Of a family growing, as life's current goes.From bustling home to a quieter nest,With Rebecca, his partner, truly blessed.Through kings and empires, a witness he'd been,Of Waterloo's echoes, and progress unseen.The steam and the spindle, a new era dawned,But John Rich stood firm, his spirit unawed.His children's migration, a testament bold,Of dreams interwoven, a story to be told.At seventy-eight, his long life's end,In Hilperton's earth, a faithful friendWas laid to rest, where his journey began,A humble weaver, a remarkable man.From Wiltshire's green beauty, his legacy spread,Through kin in new lands, his spirit led.
JOHN RICH'S LEGACY
Verse 1Born in Trowbridge when the leaves turned gold,November seventeen-ninety, a story to be toldWilliam and Betty Rich welcomed their sonIn a world where the Industrial Age had just begunJohn learned to weave with steady hands so trueMaking cloth from wool the way his fathers knewVerse 2Valentine's Day in eighteen-fifteenHe married sweet Rebecca, the finest ever seenIn Hilperton Parish Church they said their vowsTo share their joys and weather life's sorrowsEleven children blessed their humble homeThough some sweet souls were called too soon to roamChorusJohn Rich, John Rich, weaver of HilpertonYour threads of love are never quite undoneFrom English fields to shores across the seaYour family tree grows wild and grows freeJohn Rich, John Rich, your legacy lives onIn every heart where hope and love are strongVerse 3The loom would sing from dawn to setting sunWhile children played and household work was doneIn Hilperton Marsh their cottage stood with prideRebecca cooking meals with John by her sideThrough Georgian days and into Victoria's reignThey weathered every joy and every painVerse 4James went to Cardiff, Ann to IllinoisSamuel and William sought the New World's joysHannah crossed the ocean with courage in her heartWhile Jesse stayed close, never to departFrom one small village to the world so wideHis children carried Rich family prideBridgeSeventy-seven years upon this earthBuilding something greater than silver's worthWhen machines replaced the weaver's songHis family's story carried onFrom hand loom threads to railroad steelHis love made broken hearts to healChorusJohn Rich, John Rich, weaver of HilpertonYour threads of love are never quite undoneFrom English fields to shores across the seaYour family tree grows wild and grows freeJohn Rich, John Rich, your legacy lives onIn every heart where hope and love are strongOutroSo raise a glass to the weaver's nameJohn Rich of Wiltshire, forever our flameIn Connecticut hills and Welsh valleys greenHis spirit lives in places he's never seenThe loom is silent but the love plays onJohn Rich, dear John Rich, your song lives on(Your song lives on... your song lives on...)
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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