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-grandmoher, Miranda (Wade) White (1806-1850) of Rhode Island and Connecticut
I requested ChatGPT4, Grok, Gemini, and Claude (all FREE AI LLM tools) to create a poem and song lyrics, and a podcast, about Miranda (Wade) White (1806-1850).
I uploaded a PDF of my genealogical sketch which has all of the information I have about the life of Miranda (Wade) White (1806-1850) -- see 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 38: #45 Miranda (Wade) White (1804-1850) -- to the AI tools:
(image created by OpenAI ChatGPT4)
1) The prompt I used for the poem and song lyrics was: "Please write a poem and song lyrics to celebrate the life of Jonathan White using the attached document."
2) I chose the poem created by Google Gemini 2.5 Flash today:
MIRANDA'S LOVES
In Foster, Rhode Island, where the gentle breezes played,
Miranda Wade, in 1804, her life's first breath she made.
Sixth child of Simon and Phebe, a family's dear delight,
With siblings James and Catharine, and Sarah, morning bright.
Then Arnold, Olive, Fenner, and Lawton, youngest son,
A family tapestry, beautifully spun.
To Jonathan White, she pledged her loving hand,
In Foster, Rhode Island, they settled on the land.
Three children blessed their union, a precious, growing brood:
Henry Arnold, Albert Henry, and Harriet, sweet and good.
From Glocester's fields, to Killingly they came,
A farmer's life, by Chestnut Hill, upholding their good name.
Through census years they journeyed, a household full and deep,
With growing children, cherished, secrets they would keep.
In eighteen fifty, sorrow touched their door,
Jonathan, her dear husband, was with them no more.
Then Miranda, too, followed him, her time on earth complete,
In East Killingly, of pleurisy, her final, peaceful sleep.
Though gone from sight, her memory remains,
In gravestones laid, where peace and quiet reigns.
Miranda Wade White, a life well lived and true,
Remembered now, in verses, just for you.
3) Here are the AI song lyrics created by X.ai Grok 3 (used as custom lyrics on Suno.com), using a traditional American folk ballad style in an upbeat tempo - the link to the song is here: "Miranda's Loves."
MIRANDA'S LOVES
*Verse 1*
Born in Foster’s gentle hills, eighteen-oh-four,
Miranda Wade, with dreams to soar, walked through life’s open door.
With Simon, Phebe, siblings near, in love her heart was sown,
A New England girl, strong and clear, in a world she’d call her own.
*Verse 2*
To Jonathan White, she gave her hand, in Glocester they’d dwell,
A farmer’s life, a promised land, where their love would swell.
Henry, Albert, Harriet dear, their children’s laughter rang,
Through simple joys and fleeting fears, Miranda’s heart would sing.
*Chorus*
Oh, Miranda, shining bright, through the days and through the night,
In the fields where love took flight, you carved your name in time.
From Rhode Island to the skies, your spirit never dies,
Miranda’s love, forever bright, in our hearts you climb.
*Verse 3*
To Killingly they made their way, new roots in Chestnut Hill,
Land they bought, where dreams would stay, their hopes they’d soon fulfill.
The world was changing, railroads grew, yet family held them fast,
Miranda’s strength, her courage true, would bind them to the past.
*Bridge*
But eighteen-fifty brought the storm, took Jonathan away,
Pleurisy’s grip, her heart was worn, yet still she faced the day.
A mother’s love, a widow’s grace, she fought until the end,
In Glocester’s yard, her resting place, where memories transcend.
*Chorus*
Oh, Miranda, shining bright, through the days and through the night,
In the fields where love took flight, you carved your name in time.
From Rhode Island to the skies, your spirit never dies,
Miranda’s love, forever bright, in our hearts you climb.
*Verse 4*
Her children carried on her name, through years of joy and pain,
Henry and Albert lit the flame, her legacy remains.
Though Harriet’s path we cannot trace, Miranda’s love holds strong,
A life of faith, of grit, of grace, her story lives in song.*Outro*
Miranda Wade White, your tale we’ll tell, in the hills where your heart did dwell,
Through the ages, your love will shine, forever yours, forever mine.
4) Here is the Audio Overview "podcast" file for Miranda (Wade) White (1804-1850) from Google NotebookLM (based on the referenced genealogical sketch): https://notebooklm.google.com/notebook/91332246-a38f-42bf-aa30-2470a5e6a920/audio
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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