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, podcast and video about my third great-grandmother, Sarah (Fletcher) Kemp (1802-ca1850) of Ontario, #61 on my Ahnentafel list.
I requested ChatGPT, Grok, Perplexity, and Claude (all FREE AI tools) to create poems and song lyrics, and Google NotebookLM to create an Audio Overview (a podcast) and a Video Overview (a presentation), to describe and celebrate the life of Sarah (Fletcher) Kemp (1802-ca1850). I uploaded a PDF of my genealogical sketch which has all of the information I have about the life of Sarah (Fletcher) Kemp in 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 54: #61, Sarah (Fletcher) Kemp (1802- before 1850).
SARAH'S SONG
Born in summer's warmth, eighteen hundred two,
A Fletcher daughter on Ontario's shore,
In Prince Edward County where the wild winds blew,
Sarah came to life—we know little more.
At fifteen springs, she wed young Abraham,
On April's sixteenth day in eighteen-eighteen,
A farmer's bride in Upper Canada's span,
Building home and hearth in Hillier's green.
Eleven times a mother, strong and true,
From Waity's birth to Wesley's final cry,
Through decades raising children, watching them grew,
Beneath the Methodist chapel's faithful sky.
Her daughters married, Catherine and Mary Ann,
Her sons spread wide across the growing land,
To Norfolk County, Indiana's plan,
To Michigan—they journeyed, proud and grand.
In Hillier's fields and Consecon's embrace,
She bore her children through the turning years,
With pioneer resolve upon her face,
Through seasons bright and those bedewed with tears.
Young Charles departed, only six years old,
A mother's sorrow in that tender loss,
Yet still she carried on, steadfast and bold,
Through trials that a frontier mother crossed.
By eighteen fifty-one her story ends,
No marker tells us where she came to rest,
But through her children's children, life extends—
A legacy of love, forever blessed.
The Family Bible holds her sacred name,
Born July seventh, married April's day,
Through generations passing like a flame,
Her memory lives on—it lights our way.
From Huntington Beach to libraries far and wide,
Her story typed on pages worn with care,
The descendants seeking roots with humble pride,
Find Sarah Fletcher waiting for them there.
She gave her life to build what we've become,
A mother, wife, a woman of her time,
Though history's record leaves her partially unsung,
Her strength endures—eternal, true, sublime.
So here's to Sarah, Fletcher turned to Kemp,
Who walked the earth when Canada was young,
Your quiet courage was no mere attempt—
Your song of life through eleven voices sung.
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*In memory of Sarah (Fletcher) Kemp (1802-before 1850)*
*Mother of eleven, pioneer, ancestor*
*May her story continue to inspire generations to come*
SARAH'S SONG
(Verse 1)
Born on the shores of Lake Ontario's blue,
July seventh, eighteen-oh-two, a summer's delight,
In Prince Edward's fields where the wild winds blew,
Sarah Fletcher rose with the morning light.
Parents lost to time, but her heart was her guide,
Fifteen springs young, she said "I do" to Abe,
To a farmer's strong hands and a Methodist pride,
In Hillier's embrace, their new life they'd engrave.
(Verse 2)
Waity and Mary, baptized in winter's soft snow,
Stephen and William, chasing dreams far and wide,
James and John L., with roots running deep and slow,
Peter and Andrew, carrying faith as their guide.
Sarah Jane, her mirror, bloomed bright in the sun,
Charles, a whisper taken too soon by the night,
Wesley, the last flame, when the long days were done—
Eleven hearts beating, her love their guiding light.
(Chorus)
Oh, Sarah, pioneer with a fire in your soul,
Mother of eleven, turning earth into gold,
From the plow to the cradle, your hands never cold,
You built us a legacy, brave and bold.
Through the trials and the joys, your spirit won't fade,
In the Bible's old pages, your story's been made—
Sarah Kemp, eternal, in the family parade!
(Verse 3)
Churning the butter, sewing by candle's glow,
Birthing in the barn when the storms raged wild,
Losing little Charles to the fevers that flow,
Yet rising each dawn with a mother's fierce smile.
Wesleyan hymns rising o'er the ripening grain,
Homestead carved from frontier, with calloused grace,
Twenty-seven years weaving joy through the pain—
A life of quiet thunder, etched on time's face.
(Verse 4)
Before fifty's shadow, she slipped from our sight,
After 'forty-seven, ere the census could call,
Abraham wed again in the soft morning light,
But her echo lingers in Norfolk's green hall.
From Indiana's rivers to Michigan's shore,
Dozens of grandchildren, her blood runs so free,
In the Holman Bible, her ink forevermore—
A pioneer's whisper, calling kin home to thee.
(Bridge)
No stone marks her rest, no bell tolls her name,
But in every descendant's laugh and their stride,
She's the root of the tree, the unquenchable flame,
The unsung queen of the hearth's endless tide.
Oh, what strength in the silence, what power in the yield—
Sarah, your story's the song that we wield.
(Chorus)
Oh, Sarah, pioneer with a fire in your soul,
Mother of eleven, turning earth into gold,
From the plow to the cradle, your hands never cold,
You built us a legacy, brave and bold.
Through the trials and the joys, your spirit won't fade,
In the Bible's old pages, your story's been made—
Sarah Kemp, eternal, in the family parade!
(Outro)
Fade out on the lake, where the waves softly sing,
Of a woman who loved till her last breath took wing...
Sarah Kemp, oh Sarah, forever our spring.
(Oh Sarah... forever our spring...)
6) These stories, told in verse, song, voice and video 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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