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, Sarah (Cutter) Knapp (1785-1878) of New Jersey, #59 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 (Cutter) Knapp (1785-1878). I uploaded a PDF of my genealogical sketch which has all of the information I have about the life of William Knapp - see 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 52: #59, Sarah (Cutter) Knapp (1785-1878)) to the AI tools.
SARAH'S CENTURY
Born when autumn leaves were falling,
November sixth, seventeen eighty-five,
In Woodbridge town, young Sarah's calling
Was to make a family thrive.
Among ten siblings, she grew strong,
A Cutter child of sturdy stock,
Through childhood days both short and long,
She learned life's rhythms by the clock.
When twenty years had passed her by,
She pledged her heart to William Knapp,
A shoemaker with gentle eye
Who'd heal her world when times would snap.
Eleven children blessed their home,
From Joseph first to Elsie last,
Through years when some would choose to roam
While others held the homestead fast.
In Newton town they made their way,
Where William's hammer sang each morn,
While Sarah tended night and day
The precious lives to them were born.
She buried children, buried spouse,
Yet carried on with grace unbowed,
Found shelter in her Manning's house,
A matriarch both wise and proud.
Through presidents from Washington
To Hayes, she watched the nation grow,
Saw canals built and railways run,
Felt freedom's winds begin to blow.
From Revolutionary dawn
To Reconstruction's healing light,
Her steady heart kept pressing on
Through decades dark and decades bright.
At ninety-two, her race was run,
March sixth, eighteen seventy-eight,
Her legacy in children spun
Would celebrate her loving fate.
In Newton's ground she rests in peace
Beside the man she loved so true,
Their stone declares love's sweet release—
"Sarah Cutter" carved in view.
O woman of a century's span,
Your name lives on in every heart
That knew your touch, your guiding hand,
Your love that sets all lives apart.
From Woodbridge born to Newton's soil,
Through marriage, motherhood, and loss,
You met each season's joy and toil
And bore each burden, every cross.
Now rest, dear Sarah, work complete,
Your faithful heart has earned its rest,
While generations at your feet
Rise up to call your memory blessed.
SARAH'S CENTURY
(Verse 1)
In Woodbridge town, where freedom’s light was new,
Sarah Cutter born in seventeen-eighty-five.
Eighth child of Stephen and Tabitha’s line,
In a bustling home, where love and labor twine.
The Revolution’s echo still hung in the air,
A nation rising, she grew strong and fair.
With siblings plenty, she learned to stand tall,
Her heart a beacon for family, for all.
(Verse 2)
At nineteen, she wed William, a shoemaker true,
In Woodbridge’s heart, their love only grew.
Eleven children, their legacy sown,
From Joseph to Elsie, their names brightly shone.
Through Newton’s lanes, where they built their home,
William’s craft kept the family’s hope sewn.
Each child a story, each life a new thread,
Sarah’s love the loom where their dreams were led.
(Chorus)
Oh, Sarah Knapp, your life’s a song of grace,
Through a century’s trials, you found your place.
From Jersey’s fields to the westward call,
Your love and strength still echo through it all.
(Verse 3)
The years brought loss, as years often do,
William passed on in eighteen-fifty-six.
Yet Sarah stood firm, a widow at seventy years,
Her heart held steady through joy and through tears.
To Manning’s hearth, her lawyer son’s care,
She found her refuge, her family there.
In Hackensack’s glow, her final days spent,
Surrounded by love, her spirit unbent.
(Chorus)
Oh, Sarah Knapp, your life’s a song of grace,
Through a century’s trials, you found your place.
From Jersey’s fields to the westward call,
Your love and strength still echo through it all.
(Bridge)
From Washington’s time to the Civil War’s end,
She saw a nation break and mend.
Through canals and dreams, her children did roam,
To Indiana, Illinois, they found a new home.
Her gravestone whispers in Newton’s old ground,
A life well-lived, where love was found.
(Verse 4)
Ninety-two years, her story complete,
In eighteen-seventy-eight, her heart ceased to beat.
Beside her William, in earth’s gentle keep,
Sarah’s legacy lives, in memories deep.
Her children, her grandchildren, carried her name,
Across the wide frontier, her light still a flame.
A woman of courage, of family, of might,
Sarah’s song shines through history’s night.
(Chorus)
Oh, Sarah Knapp, your life’s a song of grace,
Through a century’s trials, you found your place.
From Jersey’s fields to the westward call,
Your love and strength still echo through it all.
(Outro)
Oh, Sarah, your heart still sings in the wind,
A mother, a guide, where love has no end.
In the fields of New Jersey, your story’s retold,
Sarah Cutter Knapp, forever bold.
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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