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, Amy (Champlin) Oatley (1798-1865) 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 Amy (Champlin) Oatley (1798-1865).
AMY'S LIGHT
In South Kingstown's gentle spring of 1798,A daughter blessed the Champlin home that day,Amy, seventh child of twelve to celebrate,Born when the nation, too, was young and free.Among her siblings, strong and true she grew,Parents Nancy and Joseph by her side,Elizabeth, George, and all the Champlin crew—A household full of love and honest pride.At Baptist waters, fifteen years of age,She pledged her faith in Exeter's sacred space,And there met Jonathan, her life's true sage,Who'd share her journey, bound by holy grace.From Rhode Island's shores to Connecticut's hills,She bore fourteen children, tender and strong,Through seasons harsh and joy that always fillsA mother's heart with love's eternal song.Forteen babies blessed their New England home,John Alfred first, then Joseph, strong and true,Almira, Nancy, Lorenzo called to roam,And Stephen, William, Benedict who grew.Amy Frances bore her mother's name with pride,Then Jonathan, Mary, Hannah in their turn,While Olive and sweet George were born to bide—Though George too soon would heavenward return.In 1834, with courage in their hearts,They packed their dreams and moved to Killingly,Where Jonathan would serve his pastor's artsRequired, and Amy kept their family free.Through church troubles that would test their faith,Exclusion's pain, then restoration's joy,She stood beside her husband, strong and safe,Her love a fortress none could e'er destroy.With careful hand she penned her final will,Dividing land among her children dear,Each portion measured by her mother’s skill,Each name inscribed with love sincere and clear.From Jefferson's time to Lincoln's troubled day,She witnessed history's great unfolding tale,While building her own legacy to stay—A family tree whose roots would never fail.O Amy, mother, wife, and woman true,Your fourteen children rose to honor thee,Your faith and strength shine through the years anew,A beacon for your vast posterity.In Bartlett's soil your earthly form may rest,But in our hearts your spirit lives on strong,A woman of the frontier, truly blessed,Whose love and legacy will last lifelong.
AMY’S LIGHT(Verse 1)In South Kingstown, a March morn bright,Seventeen ninety-eight, a guiding light.Amy Champlin, born to Joseph and Nancy's hand,A seventh child, in a growing band.With siblings twelve, her early days flew by,Beneath Rhode Island's vast and open sky.(Verse 2)In Exeter's church, the waters pure,Baptized in faith, her soul secure.There Jonathan Oatley, her love, she met,A bond of hearts, a course was set.They married young, in eighteen thirteen's spring,And soon, fourteen children, joy they'd bring.(Chorus)Oh, Amy, Amy, a life so grand,From Kingstown's shores to Killingly's land.A mother's love, a spirit true,In every step, her faith shone through.Her legacy lives, a story told,More precious than silver, more lasting than gold.(Verse 3)From Kingstown's fields, a journey they made,To Killingly's promise, unafraid.A pastor's wife, through trials and grace,Facing challenges with a steadfast face.Though fellowship was tested, strong they stood,Restored to grace, as good souls should.(Bridge)Her will she penned, for children dear,Her love poured out, for all to hear.A house, a barn, a quarter acre wide,Her memory cherished, deep inside.From family records, her story we trace,A beloved ancestor, time cannot erase.(Verse 4)The records show her, strong and kind,A housekeeper, with a loving mind.Through eighteen and sixty-five, her journey ran,In Killingly she rested, part of God's plan.Though her gravestone whispers, unreadable now,Her spirit's echo, we somehow endow.(Chorus)Oh, Amy, Amy, a life so grand,From Kingstown's shores to Killingly's land.A mother's love, a spirit true,In every step, her faith shone through.Her legacy lives, a story told,More precious than silver, more lasting than gold.(Outro)Amy, Amy, your memory we keep,In every heart, your love runs deep.A life well-lived, a gentle soul,You made our family history whole.
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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