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, Rebecca (Hill) Rich (1790-1862) of Hilperton, Wiltshire.
I requested ChatGPT4, Grok, Gemini, and Claude (all FREE AI LLM tools) to create a poem and song lyrics, and a podcast, about Rebecca (Hill) Rich (1790-1862).
REBECCA'S SONG
In Hilperton’s embrace, where fields unfold,
Rebecca Hill, a soul both warm and bold,
Was born beneath a Wiltshire sky so wide,
Her heart a hearth where love would e’er abide.
Baptized in spring, her name in church inscribed,
To John and Ann, her life was first prescribed.
The eldest child, with siblings by her side,
She grew in grace where simple joys reside.
In fourteen February’s tender light,
She pledged her troth to John, her heart’s delight.
By Hilperton’s old church, with banns declared,
Their marks they made, a life henceforth to share.
Eleven children blessed their woven home,
Through joy and loss, their love a steadfast poem.
James, Ann, and John, then William’s fleeting stay,
Jesse, Hannah, Emma—each a cherished ray.
Elizabeth, then William, strong and true,
And Samuel last, their legacy to strew.
A weaver’s wife, her hands were worn yet kind,
Her spirit fierce, with dreams that intertwined.
In census rolls, her age a shifting tale,
Yet strength endured where mortal years might fail.
Through decades passed, their home in Hilperton stood,
A cloth of life, of wool and woven good.
From eighteen forty-one to sixty-one,
With John beside, their race was bravely run.
Her children spread, to Wales, to distant shores,
To Illinois, Connecticut’s open doors.
Yet Hilperton remained her heart’s true call,
Where faith and kin sustained her through it all.
On seventh March, in eighteen sixty-two,
Rebecca’s soul to brighter realms withdrew.
At seventy-eight, her earthly toil complete,
In Hilperton’s old churchyard, rest so sweet.
Rebecca's SongA Tribute to Rebecca (Hill) Rich (1790-1862)
Verse 1
In Hilperton town where the church bells ring
Rebecca Hill was born in the early spring
Seventeen-ninety, baptized with care
A daughter blessed with love to share
The Wiltshire fields were her childhood home
Where she would learn and she would roam
Verse 2
John Rich came calling in eighteen-fifteen
The finest man she'd ever seen
By banns they married in February's light
Two hearts as one, their future bright
She signed her mark with trembling hand
To build a life in England's land
Chorus
Rebecca, Rebecca, strong and true
Mother of eleven, with a heart so new
Through joy and sorrow, through loss and gain
In Hilperton you did remain
Your legacy lives on today
In the children who found their way
Verse 3
The babies came like seasons turning
James and Ann, her heart was yearning
Little John and William, taken too soon
Beneath the pale and silent moon
But Jesse, Hannah, Emma too
And more sweet children, love grew through
Chorus
Rebecca, Rebecca, strong and true
Mother of eleven, with a heart so new
Through joy and sorrow, through loss and gain
In Hilperton you did remain
Your legacy lives on today
In the children who found their way
Verse 4
The weaver's life was hard but honest
Threads and shuttles, work the longest
Census years marked time's slow dance
Fifty-five, then more by chance
Sixty-three and still she stood
Beside her John, for ill or good
Bridge
Some sailed away to distant shores
Wales and America opened doors
But Rebecca's roots ran deep and strong
In Hilperton where she belonged
Through seven decades she remained
Where first her baby breath was gained
Chorus
Rebecca, Rebecca, strong and true
Mother of eleven, with a heart so new
Through joy and sorrow, through loss and gain
In Hilperton you did remain
Your legacy lives on today
In the children who found their way
Outro
March seventh, eighteen-sixty-two
At seventy-eight, her work was through
In Hilperton's churchyard she sleeps
While history her memory keeps
Rebecca Rich, forever blessed
In England's soil, she found her rest
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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