Monday, September 15, 2025

The Watchful House on 30th Street Remembers: "Feeding the Family"

 I  have many memories of the upstairs apartment in the two-story house at 2119 30th Street in San Diego where I grew up (from age 4 to 24).  

Did my house "watch" and "hear" and "feel" and "remember" my time living there?

I wrote a description of the layout of the 30th Street house as I recalled it.  I described each inhabitant (my father, my mother, me, my two brothers, but not the cats) and some of the daily events that happened in each room over my 20 years residing there, plus some memories of specific events. I created a PDF of that document and attached it to the AI tool to use.

(2115-2119 30th Street house in 1929, from family sources, colorized by MyHeritage)

1)  The first AI prompt that I used for the free AI tool Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4 was for story ideas, plus a short description of each idea:  "Please provide ten family history stories from my house's point of view, based on the information in the attached document."   

Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4 provided ten wonderful story ideas - here is one of them (lightly edited for accuracy, consistency, and detail).

2)  My second prompt was:  "Please write a short story about 'Feeding the Family'" and also provided some information about my mother's culinary ability and the food we ate.

Here is the Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4 story (lightly edited):

Feeding the Family

A story from the house at 2119 30th Street, Summer 1958

In my upstairs northeast corner kitchen, Betty had perfected the art of feeding a family of five with the precision of a military quartermaster and the love of a devoted mother. It was the summer of 1958—Randy was fourteen and eating everything in sight, Stan was eleven and not far behind, little Scott was two and discovering the joy of throwing food, and Fred needed sustenance for his long days managing his insurance route. Betty had learned that survival meant simplicity, and love was measured not in exotic ingredients but in the reliable rhythm of meals that appeared exactly when growing bodies needed them most.

I had watched Betty's cooking evolve over the decade since the family had moved into my walls. In the beginning, she'd attempted elaborate meals from the women's magazines that promised to make her the perfect 1950s housewife. But reality had a way of teaching practical lessons, and by 1957, Betty had discovered that the perfect meal wasn't the one that impressed dinner guests—it was the one that satisfied her hungry family without driving her to exhaustion.

My kitchen mornings began with the gentle percussion of Betty's breakfast routine. The coffee percolator would start its familiar burble at dawn, followed by the soft shuffle of her feet on the linoleum as she prepared for the daily feeding marathon. Weekday breakfasts were exercises in efficient nutrition: bananas sliced over bowls of Cheerios or Corn Flakes, toast with butter, glasses of cold milk that seemed to disappear as fast as she could pour them.

Randy, at fourteen, had become a human garbage disposal. I watched Betty's bemused expression as he'd finish his own breakfast and eye everyone else's portions with the calculating gaze of a growing teenager. "Mom, are you going to finish that toast?" became his morning catchphrase, usually asked before anyone else had taken their first bite.

Stan, approaching twelve, was developing his own impressive appetite but still maintained some semblance of table manners. He'd methodically work through his breakfast while making mental notes about lunch prospects and afternoon snack availability. Even at eleven, Stan understood logistics.

Two-year-old Scott presented entirely different challenges. His breakfast often became an abstract art project painted across my dining room walls and floor, with Cheerios serving as medium and milk as his preferred paint. Betty had learned to spread newspaper under his high chair—a practical innovation born of necessity and exhaustion.

Weekend mornings brought a different energy to my kitchen. The smell of pancake batter hitting the hot griddle, the sizzle of bacon in the cast iron pan, the sweet aroma of maple syrup warming in its little pitcher. These were Betty's small indulgences to herself and her family—slightly more elaborate meals that said "this day is special" without requiring hours of preparation.

But it was lunch that truly tested Betty's organizational skills. School days meant brown bag assembly lines that would have impressed any factory supervisor. Peanut butter sandwiches with butter — cut diagonally because that somehow made them taste better—wrapped in wax paper and tucked into paper bags alongside an apple, a handful of cookies, and occasionally a thermos of milk. When Randy hit growth spurts, Betty learned to pack extra sandwiches, knowing that one simply wouldn't sustain him through the afternoon.

Home lunches during summer vacation and weekends presented different challenges. Three boys with different tastes, different hunger levels, and the infinite capacity to complain about whatever appeared on their plates. Bologna sandwiches were generally accepted, especially when Betty remembered to remove the red skin that Stan despised but Randy didn't mind. Peanut butter sandwiches were safe territory, though arguments could erupt over smooth versus crunchy.

Afternoon snacks became strategic operations. Betty learned to hide portions of fruit, cookies, and potato chips to ensure equitable distribution throughout the day. Randy's teenage metabolism meant that anything left within his reach would disappear within hours, leaving his younger brothers snackless and cranky. The fruit bowl on my dining room table became a carefully managed resource, with oranges, grapes, peaches, tomatoes, and apples rationed to last until the next grocery trip.

But it was dinner where Betty's practical wisdom truly shone. My dining room table became the stage for meals that prioritized satisfaction over sophistication. Hamburger patties with mashed potatoes and corn. Meatloaf with green beans and baked potatoes loaded with butter. Ham with peas and carrots. Pork chops with cauliflower and more of those beloved buttered potatoes.

Chicken legs and thighs were family favorites—economical, filling, and impossible to ruin even when Betty got distracted by Scott's latest household adventure. The drumsticks always went to Randy and Stan, who had developed an elaborate system for determining fair distribution based on mysterious criteria that changed weekly but were defended with the passion of constitutional scholars. 

The vegetable negotiations were legendary. Stan would eat almost anything green, but Randy waged ongoing warfare against broccoli and asparagus. Scott, in his two-year-old wisdom, treated all vegetables with equal suspicion unless they could be hidden under enough butter to disguise their healthy intentions. Betty learned to serve small portions and enforce the "clean your plate" rule with the flexibility of a diplomat managing international negotiations.

Occasionally, special occasions called for steak—cooked well-done because that's how Fred liked it, served with baked potatoes and whatever vegetables Betty could convince everyone to eat. These meals felt like celebrations even when there was nothing particular to celebrate, which Betty understood was exactly the point of family dinners.

Spaghetti and meatball nights brought their own drama. Randy had perfected the art of twirling pasta while Stan preferred to cut his into manageable pieces—a technique that horrified his older brother but got the job done efficiently. Scott would grab handfuls and attempt to eat them like finger food, resulting in sauce-covered adventures that left my dining room looking like a crime scene.

But summer evenings brought the magic of outdoor cooking. The wood barbecue on the patio below my back porch transformed Fred from insurance agent into master fire-starter and suburban chef. I could smell the newspaper lighting, hear the wood kindling and the wood boards catching fire, and feel the anticipation building as smoke began to drift up past my windows.

Those barbecue nights were special in ways that had nothing to do with the food itself. Fred would tend the grill with the concentrated attention he usually reserved for his insurance calculations, turning hamburgers and hot dogs with the precision of a scientist conducting experiments. Betty would prepare sides in my kitchen—fruit salad, corn on the cob, macaroni and cheese, baked beans—while the boys hovered around the barbecue like moths around flame, ostensibly helping but mostly just absorbing the smoky atmosphere of summer evenings.

Grilled chicken was Fred's specialty, though "specialty" might have been generous. He approached it with the same methodical care he brought to everything else, resulting in chicken that was definitely cooked through, even if it occasionally resembled charcoal more than poultry. Nobody complained—outdoor cooking had its own magic that made even slightly burnt food taste like celebration.

The steaks were reserved for truly special occasions, and Fred grilled them until they could have been used as shoe leather. But served with baked potatoes loaded with butter, accompanied by corn on the cob dripping with more butter, they became feasts that made everyone feel prosperous and loved.

And then came the s'mores—the perfect ending to barbecue nights. Graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows transformed around the dying coals into sticky, sweet perfection. I watched through my kitchen window as the family gathered around the barbecue, poking marshmallows into the glowing embers, debating the perfect level of toastedness, laughing as someone's marshmallow caught fire and had to be blown out.

These were the moments when I understood that Betty's cooking wasn't about gourmet presentation or complex flavors. It was about reliability, comfort, and the deep satisfaction of knowing that no matter what challenges the day had brought, dinner would appear on the table at the appointed time, prepared with love and served with the expectation that family meals were sacred time.

Scott would doze off in his high chair, face sticky with marshmallow residue. Stan would help carry dishes upstairs to my kitchen, already planning tomorrow's breakfast. Randy would linger on the patio, approaching the age where family gatherings would compete with teenage social obligations but not quite there yet.

Betty tackled the mountain of dishes that every family meal generated. But I could sense her satisfaction as she worked—not in the complexity of what she'd prepared, but in the success of another day's mission accomplished. Five people fed, no one went hungry, everyone gathered around the table at least once, and the endless cycle of nourishment and love would begin again tomorrow morning with the familiar burble of the coffee percolator and the gentle chaos of breakfast preparation.

In my kitchen and dining room, Betty had created something more valuable than gourmet cuisine—she had established the rhythms of family life, where meals became the punctuation marks that divided each day into manageable segments, and where love was measured not in exotic ingredients but in the dependable appearance of food exactly when growing bodies needed it most.

The summer of 1958 was just one season in the long symphony of family feeding, but it captured the essence of what made Betty's cooking so perfect for her family: it was practical, reliable, and infused with the understanding that the best meals aren't necessarily the fanciest ones—they're the ones that bring people together around the table, day after day, year after year, creating memories seasoned with love and served with the quiet satisfaction of a job well done.

3) The Audio Overview, created by the Google Notebook AI tool is here.   (Note that a Blogger writer cannot provide an audio file.)

4) The Google NotebookLM Video Overview is below:

5) This AI material is historical fiction, since I don't have details of every day or every year in the lives of my own life or the lives of my ancestors. Does it matter that I am presenting these as seemingly real answers or conversations?  I don't think so - because my purpose is to enable my descendants to know who their ancestors were and to help them understand the lives of their ancestors.  The AI-generated responses are much more readable and creative than any response I have in my memory bank or that I can create.

6)  These events really happened over a period of time and the names and events mentioned are real.  We didn't know how lucky we boys were to have her as a mother, she was always there, prepared, patient, understanding and loving.

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Links to my blog posts about using Artificial Intelligence are on my Randy's AI and Genealogy page. Links to AI information and articles about Artificial Intelligence in Genealogy by other genealogists are on my AI and Genealogy Compendium page.

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Randy's Genealogy Pot-Pourri - Week Ending 14 September 2025

 Here are the highlights of my family history and genealogy related activities over the past week (ending Sunday, 31 August 2025).  

1)  Hosted the Chula Vista Genealogical Society (CVGS) Research Group Meeting.  Reported on the FamilySearch Full-Text Search, MyHeritage Cousin Dinder, Ancestry's handwriting recognition, the Genealogy Assistant extension, Webtember 2025, ECGGC, and Roberta Estes' Mitochondrial DNA post. 

2)  Worked on the presentation for the first CVGS Family History Roundtable, intended to help members deal with capturing and organizing their media and family stories, and passing them on to their descendants.

3)  Transcribed the 1811 Deed of Stephen Cutter Selling Land in Middlesex County, New Jersey to Richard Cutter for $1.  I transcribed it with the help of FamilySearch Full-Text Search.

4) Curated genealogy-related articles to keep myself and my readers updated on the genealogy world in:

5)  Wrote two "ABC Biographies" using my AI-assisted "Ancestor Biography Creation" process, one AI-assisted ancestor life Q&A, and one life memoir, and posted them on Genea-Musings and Substack, in:
6)  Requested free AI tools to tell me about these genealogy and family history subjects, and posted them on Genea-Musings and Substack:
7)  Posted one of the AI-assisted memories of my ancestral home in the home's voice, based on my own memories, on Genea-Musings and Substack - see The Watchful House on 30th Street Remembers: "Fred's Domain."

8)  Requested free AI tools to create a poem, song lyrics and a podcast about my 3rd great-grandfather, William Knapp (1775-1856) and had Suno.com create a song using the lyrics.  Posted the poem created by Claude Sonnet 4, the song lyrics created by X Grok 3, the Suno song link, and the ContentLM audio and video overview links in "William Knapp's Song" -- Family History Poem, Song, Audio Overview and Video Overview Created by Artificial Intelligence on Genea-Musings and Substack.

9)  Added a number of the recent NotebookLM Videos to my YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/@RandySeaver.  

10)  Downloaded and installed RootsMagic 11 and tried out the new AI Prompt Builder in RootsMagic 11 Is Here! Trying Out the AI Prompt Builder Feature.

11)  My AncestryDNA now has 49,839 DNA matches (up 31 from 7 September) with 2,112 "close" matches today (up 3), with two new ThruLines.  Added Notes to 2 Matches, and added no new DNA match lines to RootsMagic.  MyHeritageDNA now has 13,760 DNA matches (up 14 from 7 September) for me.  Reviewed the new DNA matches on AncestryDNA, MyHeritageDNA, FamilyTreeDNA and 23andMe.  

12)  Searched for more records of ancestral families on Ancestry, FamilySearch and MyHeritage, downloaded record images to my digital file folders, and added research notes, events and sources to RootsMagic profiles.  My RootsMagic family tree now has 74,722 profiles (up 10 from last week)  and 147,867 source citations (up 6).  

13) Wrote 22 Genea-Musings blog posts last week (Sunday through Saturday), of which two were a press release. The most viewed post last week was ABC Biography of #55 Mary Ann (Underhill) Vaux (1815-1882) of New York, Wisconsin, Missouri and Kansas with over 256 views.  Genea-Musings had about 281,000 page views last week and over 1,008,000 views over the past month (lots of bots I fear). 

14)  Real life events:  Visited Linda several days at her memory care facility and we played Uno and catch the beach ball out on the patio. Went to the grocery store on Monday and Friday. Attrended the celebration of life for my friend Ben Smith on Saturday. Finished reading Capture or Kill by Vince Flynn and started Battle Mountain by C.J. Box.  The Padres season continues and I watched seven Padres games - they were 4-3 this past week (overall 82-68 now).  

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Amanuensis Monday -- 1811 Deed of Stephen Cutter Selling Land in Middlesex County, New Jersey to Richard Cutter

 This week's document for transcription is the 1811 Deed of Stephen Cutter selling 6.6 acres of   land in Middlesex County, New Jersey to Richard Cutter for $1.

*  Middlesex County, New Jersey, "Middlesex Deeds 1811-1813", page 161, image 94 of 577:

The transcription of this document is (aided by FamilySearch Full-Text Search using Artificial Intelligence):

[page 161, starting at the top of  the right-hand page of image 94 of 577]

Stephen Cutter   } This Indenture made this fifth day of of September in the year of our Lord one  to Robt. Cutter   }  thousand Eight hundred and eleven Between Stephen Cutter of the Township of Woodbridge in the County of Middlesex and State of New Jersey of the first part ; and Richard Cutter
the Township of Woodbridge in the County of Middlesex and State of New Jersey of the second part 
Witnesseth that the said party of the first part for and in consideration of the sum of one dollar 
lawful money of the United States of America , to him in hand well and truly paid by the said 
partty of the second part , at and before the sealing and delivery of these presents , the receipt where-
of is hereby acknowledged , and the Said party of the first part therewith fully satisfied content 
and paid , Have given , granted bargained , sold , aliened , enfeoffed , conveyed and confirmed , and 
by these presents do give , grant , bargain , sell , alien , enfeoff convey and confirm to the said 
partty of the second part , and to his heirs and assigns forever , all that Lot tract or parcel of land
and premises herein after particularly described situate , lying and being in the Township of Woodbridge in the County of Middlesex and State of New Jersey which is butted and bounded as follows Vizt Beginning at a White Oak tree which is a corner of a lot of Woodland belonging to Thomas Edgar's
 & from thence running along the line of said Edgar nearly a West course about ten chains to wood 
land belonging to Israel Thornal , thence along the line of said Thomas Thornal nearly a South course about eleven chains to the north west side of the Essex and Middlesex Turnpike Road , thence 
along the same about fourteen chains and forty links to land of said Thomas Edgar thence with 
his line nearly a north course about one cham and eighty links to the beginning tree containing 
six acres and Six tenths be the same more or less bounded northerly and Easterly by land of the said Thomas Edgar West by land of Israel Thomal and Southeasterly by the said turnpike , Together with 
all and Singular the profits privileges and advantages , with the appurtenances to the same belong-
ing or in any wise appertaining. Also , all the Estate , right title , interest , property , claim 
and demand whatsoever , of the said partty of the first part , of in and to the same , and of in 
and to every part and parcel thereof. To Have and To Hold all and Singular the above descr-
ibed tract or lot of land and premises , with the appurtenances unto the said partty of the
second part his heirs and assigns , to the only proper use , benefit and behoof of the said partty 
of the second part , his heirs and assigns forever -- and the said Stephen Cutter doth for himself 
his heirs Executors , and administrators covenant and grant to and with the said partty of the 
second part , his heirs and assigns that he the said Stephen Cutter is the the true lawful and 
right owner of all and Singular the above described land and premises , and of every part 
and parcel thereof with the appurtenances thereunto belonging ; and that the said land and pre-
mises , or any part thereof , at the time of Sealing and delivery of these presents , are not incum-
 bered by any mortgage Judgment or limitation , or by any incumbrance whatsoever by which 
the title of the said party of the second part , hereby made or intended to be made , for the above  described land and premises can or may be changed , charged , altered or defeated in any way whatever and also , that the said party of the first part , now , has good right full power , and lawful auth-
ority to grant , bargain , Sell , and convey the said land and premises , in manner aforesaid , also that he
will warrant Secure , and forever defend , the said land and premises , unto the said Richard Cutter 
his heirs and assigns forever , against the lawful claims and demands of all and every person and persons freely and clarly freed and discharged , of and from all manner of incumbrances whatsoever . In Witness whereof the said Stephen Cutter hath hereunto set his hand and seal the day and year first 
above written 1811.
Signed Sealed and delivered in the presence of                   }  
the word (West) in the fourteenth line being first interlined }      Stephen Cutter {seal}
Henry Potter     Ichabod Potter                                             }
 State of New Jersey }  Be it remembred that on this 9'th day of September A.D. 1811 personally 
Middlesex county     } appeared before me Ichabod Potter one of the Judges of the inferior
                                  } Court of common pleas for said county Stephen Cutter the Grantor in the
within deed & acknowledged that he signed sealed and delivered the within 
deed for the uses and purposes therein mentioned.                        Ichabod Potter 
                                                          Recd Sept'r 10th 1811 Recorded 
                                                   
The source citation for this Deed is:

Middlesex County (New Jersey) County Records, Stephen Cutter to Richard Cutter, deed dated 5 September 1811, recorded 10 September 1811; imaged, FamilySearch   (https://
www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:3Q9M-CSY4-F48J?view=fullText : Sep 13 2025), Image Group Number 008351782"Middlesex Deeds 1811-1813,"
page 161, image 94 of 577; original records in Middlesexn County (New Jersey). County Clerk, imaged, catalogued and transcribed by FamilySearch.

In this deed, Stephen Cutter sells 6.6 acres of land in Woodbridge, Middlesex County to Richard Cutter for $1.

Stephen Cutter (1745-1823) was born 10 February 1745 in Woodbridge, Middlesex County, New Jersey, the son of William and Mary (Kent) Cutter.  He married Tabitha Randolph (1752-1841) in about 1769 in Woodbridge.  They had 11 children, including a son Richard Cutter (1779-1820).

Stephen and Tabitha (Randolph) Cutter are my 4th great-grandparents, through their daughter Sarah Cutter (1785-1878) who married William Knapp (1775-1856) in about 1804 in Middlesex County, New Jersey.  

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Read other transcriptions of records of my relatives and ancestors at Amanuensis Monday Posts.

NOTE: Genea-blogger John Newmark (who writes the excellent TransylvanianDutch blog) started a Monday blog theme years ago called "Amanuensis Monday." John offers this definition for "amanuensis:"

"A person employed to write what another dictates or to copy what has been written by another."

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Sunday, September 14, 2025

Best of the Genea-Blogs - Week of 7 to 13 September 2025

 Scores of genealogy and family history bloggers write hundreds of posts every week about their research, their families, and their interests. I appreciate each one of them and their efforts.


My criteria for "Best of ..." are pretty simple - I pick posts that advance knowledge about genealogy and family history, address current genealogy issues, provide personal family history, are funny or are poignant. I don't list posts destined for most daily blog prompts or meme submissions (but I do include summaries of them), or my own posts.

Here are my picks for great reads from the genealogy blogs for this past week: 

*  Experimenting with Gemini AI's New Image Editing Features by Melody Lassalle on Mel's Genealogy Research Journal.

*  Whats in My Genealogy Toolbox by Marcia Crawford Philbrick on Heartland Genealogy.

*  UGA Summit of Excellence 2025 Recap: A Fantastic Three Days of Genealogical Learning by Diane Henriks on Know Who Wears the Genes In Your Family.

*  FamilySearch’s Full-Text Search Exploration Revisited by Wayne Shepheard on Discover Genealogy.

*  How Have Ancestry DNA Results Changed Over Time? by Mercedes Brons on Who Are You Made Of?

*  How I complete genealogy research without expensive subscriptions by Denyse Allen on Chronicle Makers.

*  Genealogy and AI: Pros and Cons by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches On the Family Tree.

*  Exploring the Official Military Personnel File (OMPF) by Jennifer Holik on Soul Traveler.

*  Revisiting My Roots: My Basic Process by Cari Taplin on Genealogy Pants.

*  Bessie's Tea Cups by Anne Wendel on Anne's Substack.

*  5 Must-Do's for Building Your Family Tree from Vital Records by DiAnn Iamarino Ohama on Fortify Your Family Tree.

*  When Ancestry.com’s Pro Tools Fail: A Professional Genealogist’s Experience with Ancestry’s Tree Checker Part 2 by Lori Samuelson on GenealogyAtHeart.com.

*  A new rule of genealogy for 2025 by James Tanner on Genealogy's Star.

*  Fun Prompt Friday: Image Editing by Steve Little on AI Genealogy Insights.

Here are pick posts by other geneabloggers this week:

*  Friday’s Family History Finds [12 September 2025] by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches on the Family Tree.

*  This week’s crème de la crème -- September 13, 2025 by Gail Dever on Genealogy a la Carte.

*  GenStack [13 September 2025] by Robin Stewart on Genealogy Matters.

*  The Chiddicks Observer, Edition 26 [8 September 2025] by Paul Chiddicks on Paul Chiddicks.

Readers are encouraged to go to the blogs listed above and read their articles, and add the blogs to your Favorites, Feedly, another RSS feed, or email if you like what you read. Please make a comment to them also - all bloggers appreciate feedback on what they write.

Did I miss a great genealogy blog post? Tell me! I currently am reading posts from over 900 genealogy bloggers using Feedly, but I still miss quite a few it seems.

Read past Best of the Genea-Blogs posts here.


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"William Knapp's Story" -- Family History Poem, Song, Audio Overview and Video Overview Created by Artificial Intelligence

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-grandfather, William Knapp (1775-1856) of New York and New Jersey, #58 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 William Knapp (1775-1856).  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 51: #58, William Knapp (1775-1856)) to the AI tools.  

(AI ChatGPT5 image of Knapp  family in New Jersey in 1831)

1)  The prompt I used for the poem and song lyrics was: "Please write a poem and song lyrics to describe and celebrate the life and legacy of William Knapp (1775-1856) using the attached document."

2)  I chose the poem created by X Grok 3 today:
WILLIAM KNAPP'S STORY

In Dutchess County's shadowed vales, 'neath Revolution's roar,
Born 'round seventeen seventy-five, where cannon smoke would soar,
A boy named William Knapp drew breath in freedom's fragile dawn,
Parents lost to time's cruel veil, their names forever gone.
Yet from that forge of war and will, a pioneer arose,
To weave his fate through frontier threads, where wild ambition grows.

O'er Jersey's rolling hills he roamed, till love in Woodbridge bloomed,
In eighteen-four, he claimed sweet Sarah Cutter, young and schooled
In lineage of Randolph kin, her heart at nineteen bold.
Together they would harvest life, eleven souls to hold—
A bounty rare in mortal coil, where death too oft would claim;
All but one took root and bloomed, in marriage's warm flame.

First came Joseph, steady hand, no heirs but steadfast grace;
Samuel with Delia, nine young sparks, till Newark claimed his place.
Cyrus in Hackensack's embrace, with Catherine, seven strong;
Catherine, the spinster sage, to Indiana's rivers drawn.
Benjamin and Susan's brood of five, ere shadows called him home;
Charles to Terre Haute's distant call, where quiet kin would roam.

Hannah Maria, Foster's bride, four children by her side;
Sarah westward bound at last, six Auble joys her pride.
Young William, namesake bold and brief, four sons in Gotham's throng,
Fell at thirty-seven's toll, his melody cut short in song.
Manning, Anna's faithful mate, two heirs in Bergen fair;
Elsie, last and lingering light, one Wilson's child to share.

By twenties' turn, to Newton came, Sussex's verdant seat,
A frontier hamlet, courthouse proud, where Spring Street met the street.
Shoemaker he, with leather's lore, morocco fine and true,
Crafting soles for souls who strode the paths of old and new.
Justice of the Peace he stood, disputes in wisdom bound,
Marriages sealed, ledgers kept, in township's steady round.

Methodist flames they fanned at first, in barns six miles afar,
Founding church 'mid Second Dawn, where grace outshone the scar
Of frontier toil and fevered nights, of faith that bent but broke not.
Treasurer of Harmony's lodge, in eighteen-fifty-two,
He guarded gold with mason's oath, trustworthy through and through.

Yet shadows crept on Sussex lanes: a horse and wagon snatched
By forged deceit in twenty-two, the Register's tale dispatched.
Still, census spoke of eight hundred lands, a middle hearth aglow,
With Sarah, Catherine, Elsie near, in eighteen-fifty's flow.
Through Constitution's quill, through eighteen-twelve's fierce fray,
Westward dreams and tensions brewing, ere secession's gray.

Into seventies' autumn he plied the awl and last,
Till old age whispered soft retreat, no strife, no tempest past.
On June sixteenth, eighteen-fifty-six, at eighty-one he slept,
In Newton's ancient ground laid low, where loved ones' shadows kept.
Beside his Sarah, stone etched plain: "AEt. Icis vigo" calls,
Latin's echo in the wilds, where vigor's memory falls.

No will in courts, no hoard to fight—gifts given in his prime,
To scatter seeds 'cross Jersey's green, New York's teeming chime,
Indiana's prairies vast, Illinois' windswept plain.
Eleven branches, thriving kin, his legacy's true gain:
A tapestry of toil and trust, of hearths that warmed the night,
Pioneer heart in nation's breast, forever stitched in light.
3) Here are the AI song lyrics created by Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4 and the "William Knapp's Story" (based on the song lyrics using Suno.com, using a melodic pop style in a moderate tempo). The song can be played below:

WILLIAM KNAPP'S STORY

(Verse 1)
In seventeen seventy-five he came
Born when the colonies broke their chains
A boy from old Dutchess County ground
Where revolution's drums did sound
With calloused hands and hopeful heart
He'd make in this new world his start

(Verse 2)
Sarah Cutter caught his eye
In Woodbridge town beneath the sky
Married young in eighteen-four
Their love would last forevermore
Children came like spring's sweet rain
Joseph first, then came the chain

(Chorus)
William Knapp, shoemaker's son
Built a life when day was done
Eleven children, one true wife
Legacy of a well-lived life
From New York soil to Jersey's shore
His family name lives on and more

(Verse 3)
To Newton town they made their way
Pioneer settlers of their day
Spring Street home and leather trade
Justice's bench where law was weighed
Methodist faith and Mason's hall
Served his neighbors, served them all

(Chorus)
William Knapp, shoemaker's son
Built a life when day was done
Eleven children, one true wife
Legacy of a well-lived life
From New York soil to Jersey's shore
His family name lives on and more

(Verse 4)
Eighty-one years upon this earth
Measured not in gold but worth
Samuel, Cyrus, Catherine dear
Benjamin, Charles he held near
Hannah, Sarah, William too
Manning, Elsie saw him through

(Bridge)
When the wagon thieves came calling
When the winter snow was falling
Through the seasons, through the years
Through the laughter and the tears
He stood steady as an oak
Simple, honest, working folk

(Chorus)
William Knapp, shoemaker's son
Built a life when day was done
Eleven children, one true wife
Legacy of a well-lived life
From New York soil to Jersey's shore
His family name lives on and more

(Outro)
Now he sleeps in Newton ground
But his echo still resounds
In every child who bears his name
In every heart that knows his fame
William Knapp, remember well
The story that his life did tell
4) Here is the Audio Overview "podcast" file for William Knapp from Google NotebookLM (based on the referenced genealogical sketch).

The Google NotebookLM Video discussing William Knapp's life is below: 


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, 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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Links to my blog posts about using Artificial Intelligence are on my Randy's AI and Genealogy page.  Links to AI information and articles about Artificial Intelligence in Genealogy by other genealogists are on my AI and Genealogy Compendium page.

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Saturday, September 13, 2025

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun - Your Top Five Surprises

 Calling all Genea-Musings Fans: 

 It's Saturday Night again - 

Time for some more Genealogy Fun!!


Your mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission Impossible! music) is to:

1) Check out Top Five Surprises by D.M. Debacker on the Gathering Leaves blog.

2)  What are your top five surprises you have found in your genealogy research and family history work? 

3)  Tell us about your surprises in a blog post of your own, in a comment to this blog post, or in a Facebook comment.

Here's mine, gleaned from 38 years of genealogical research:

1)  2nd great-grandfather Devier James Lamphier Smith (1839-1894) was adopted by Ranslow and Mary (Bell) Smith of Henderson, Jefferson County, New York soon after his birth.  Devier had his name officially changed from Lamphier to Smith in Wisconsin in 1866, and Ranslow Smith refers to him as his adopted son in his 1865 will. See ABC Biography of #26 Devier James Lamphier Smith (1839-1894) of New York, Wisconsin, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas and Nebraska. I have not yet found Devier's birth parents, but I do know his Lanfear grandparents from DNA matches. 

2)  Sophia (Newton) Hildreth (1834-1923) was born after her birth father, Lambert Brigham (1794-1834) died and before her mother went to Vermont with Thomas J. Newton.  DNA matches with Brigham descendants support this conclusion. See ABC Biography of #19 Sophia (Newton) Hildreth (1834-1923) of Massachusetts.  

3)  We were told by my paternal grandmother Alma Bessie (Richmond) Seaver (1882-1962) that we were descended from Peregrine White (1620-1704) who was born aboard the ship Mayflower in Cape Cod harbor.  Thanks to the Mayflower Society's Silver books, and my own research, I know that I am descended from 14 Mayflower 1620 passengers. See My Mayflower 1620 Connections - Soule, White, Warren, Cooke, Brewster, Hopkins and Fuller.

4)  My 9th great-grandmother Rebecca (Towne) Nurse (1621-1692) was hanged in Salem, Massachusetts after being convicted of being a witch. See Tombstone Tuesday - Rebecca (Towne) Nurse (1621-1692).

5)  I am descended from Charlemagne and William the Conqueror like millions of others with western European ancestry.  See My Line of Descent from Charlemagne - 42 Generations! and 

My Descent From William I "the Conqueror," King of England.


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ABC Biography of #7 Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977) of Illinois and California

  Using the ABC method described in Using Artificial Intelligence In the Ancestor Biography Creation (ABC) Process, here is another ancestor biography using the Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4 AI tool.

1) I wrote genealogical sketches for almost every known ancestor back through 9 generations in blog posts based on 38 years of genealogical research in my 52 Ancestors/Relatives Biographies series. The genealogical sketch for my maternal grandmother, Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977), #7 on my Ahnentafel List), including family members, record abstracts and sources, is My Maternal Grandmother, Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977).

2) For the Claude AI biography, I attached the PDF of the genealogical sketch for the specific ancestor using the plus (+) icon, and then prompted the AI tool with: "You are an expert genealogist. Please create a biography based on information in the attached file for Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899 -1977). Include parents, siblings, spouses and children (with birth and death dates and places). Summarize life events, and add historical facts as appropriate, but do not add or embellish any extra genealogical details. Use section headings. Expand the information in each section to add more details. The tone should be engaging and suitable for family members."

3)  Here is the Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4 biography:

Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977)
Early Life and Family Origins

Emily Kemp Auble was born on August 19, 1899, in the bustling city of Chicago, Illinois, during an era of tremendous American growth and optimism. She was the beloved daughter and only child of Charles Auble (1849-1916) and Georgianna Kemp (1868-1952), who married in 1898. Her father Charles was born in New Jersey, while her mother Georgianna hailed from Ontario, Canada, representing the diverse immigrant heritage that characterized many American families of the time. 

The Auble family lived comfortably in Chicago during Emily's early childhood. In 1900, when Emily was just one year old, they resided at 515 West Adams Street in Chicago's Cook County. By 1910, they had moved to 611 West 76th Street, still within the vibrant Chicago community that was rapidly becoming one of America's most important industrial centers. Her father was a house painter, inside and outside, and became a home decorator also. Emily attended grades one to five at school in Chicago.
The Move to San Diego

Around 1911, when Emily was twelve years old, the Auble family made a significant decision that would shape the rest of her life—they relocated to San Diego, California. This move was likely influenced by Georgianna's brother, Franklin Kemp, who had already established himself in the sunny Southern California city. The family settled at 767 14th Avenue, renting a house, and embracing the opportunities and climate that San Diego offered.

This westward migration reflected a broader American trend during the early 20th century, as families sought new opportunities and better living conditions in California's growing cities. For young Emily, this move would prove transformative, connecting her to the community where she would spend the rest of her life.
Education and Early Challenges

Emily's educational journey in San Diego began at Lincoln School from 1911 to 1913, followed by San Diego High School from 1913 to 1916. However, tragedy struck the family in June 1916 when her father Charles died after falling down the stairs at their home in March, rupturing his gall bladder, and suffering for several months.. This devastating loss forced Emily, then just 16 years old, to leave school and enter the workforce to support her widowed mother.

The young woman demonstrated remarkable resilience and responsibility, taking on adult obligations at an age when most teenagers were focused on their studies and social activities. Emily and her mother moved to the Marine View Apartments at First and Hawthorn Streets in San Diego, where they would begin rebuilding their lives together.
Meeting Her Life Partner

Emily's entry into the working world led to a fateful encounter that would define her future. While working at Marston's Department Store in downtown San Diego in 1917, she met Lyle Lawrence Carringer (1891-1976). Marston's was one of San Diego's premier department stores, and it was there that their romance blossomed amidst the bustling commercial activity of the growing city.

Lyle was a San Diego-born young man born in 1891, working at Marston’s but also serving in the Marine Corps Reserves at the training camp in Balboa Park, one of the many young men preparing for potential service in World War I. Their courtship unfolded against the backdrop of a nation at war, adding urgency and intensity to their relationship.
Marriage and New Beginnings

On June 19, 1918, Emily Kemp Auble married Lyle Lawrence Carringer at the Central Christian Church in San Diego, with Rev. W.E. Crabtree officiating. Emily was just 19 years old, while Lyle was 26. The San Diego Union newspaper described their wedding as "very quiet and came as a complete surprise to the many friends of the couple."

The bride looked elegant in a blue silk suit paired with a large white hat, choosing to have no attendants for their intimate ceremony. The newspaper noted that only the immediate families were present, emphasizing the personal and heartfelt nature of their union. After the wedding, the young couple made their first home at the Marine View apartments at First and Hawthorn streets, the same location where Emily had lived with her mother. 
Family Life and Motherhood

The newlyweds soon moved to a rental home at 2054 Harrison Street in San Diego, where they welcomed their only child, Betty Virginia Carringer, on July 30, 1919. The joy of parenthood brought new purpose and meaning to Emily's life, as she embraced her role as a devoted mother while supporting her husband's career. Emily’s widowed mother lived with them for the rest of her life. 

Later in 1920, the growing family made another significant move when they built and relocated to a house at 2130 Fern Street in San Diego, remarkably on the same block as Lyle's parents. This close-knit arrangement reflected the strong family bonds that characterized the Carringer clan. Lyle borrowed money from his parents to construct the house, with monthly mortgage payments of $21.10—a sum that Betty would remember years later as a testament to her parents' careful financial planning.
The Fern Street Years

The house at 2130 Fern Street became the center of Emily's world for nearly three decades. Both this home and Lyle's parents' house at 2115 30th Street featured extensive gardens, and the Fern Street property boasted a lath house and a glass house that became Emily's pride and joy. These gardens were more than just landscaping—they were Emily's canvas for artistic expression and a source of deep personal satisfaction.

Emily's daily life during these years embodied the rhythm of a devoted wife and mother of her era. She shopped for groceries and supplies almost daily, cooked nourishing meals for her family, maintained an immaculate home, and created a warm, loving environment for her daughter. She also found time for reading, gardening, and the occasional family outing to movies, galleries, or the park with Lyle and Betty. 

The 1930s, despite being marked by the Great Depression for many American families, were relatively stable for the Carringers. Lyle maintained his position as an accountant at Marston's Department Store, providing financial security that allowed Emily to focus on homemaking and her growing passion for horticulture.
A Garden Paradise

By the mid-1930s, Emily and Lyle had transformed their property into something truly extraordinary. A detailed article published in the San Diego Union on March 24, 1935, described their gardens as a "Model of Beauty" with a "Wealth of Entertainment." The piece, written by Ada Perry, painted a vivid picture of what Emily had created.

The Carringer gardens featured four fish pools filled with "finny pets that are always on the move," creating an aquatic wonderland that provided endless fascination. The landscape was designed as an "outdoor living room" with pools strategically placed to invite relaxation and pleasure. One small pool near the rear door served as an enticing starting point, leading visitors to a larger lily-planted pool overhung with shrubs.

The gardens showcased Emily's artistic eye through carefully arranged flowers, cacti, succulents, and fruit trees, all easily accessible and creating natural gathering spaces. A lath house furnished with chairs and tables served as an outdoor entertainment area, complete with additional pools and a rock grill for cooking. Perhaps most impressive was the heated glass house annex filled with aquariums containing tropical fish—paradise fish, moons, guppies, and other exotic swimmers that created "grassy water jungles" for visitors to admire.
War Years and Family Changes

As World War II reshaped American life, the Carringer family experienced their own transitions. Betty graduated from San Diego High School in 1936 and went on to earn her degree from San Diego State College in 1940, beginning her career as a school teacher at Wilson Junior High School. The young woman continued living at home until she met and married Frederick Walton Seaver Jr. on July 12, 1942, in San Diego.

When Betty's first son, Randall Jeffrey, was born in October 1943 in National City, California, Emily joyfully embraced her new role as grandmother. The war years brought additional changes when Fred enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1944, serving aboard the USS Halford, a destroyer, for two years in Alaska. During Fred's naval service, Betty and young Randy moved back to the familiar comfort of 2130 Fern Street, where Emily provided support and love during this challenging period.
Blossoming as a Master Gardner

After World War II, Emily's talents as a horticulturist gained wider recognition throughout San Diego County. She became deeply involved with the San Diego Floral Association and the Flower Guild Arrangers of San Diego, where her artistic arrangements caught the attention of fellow gardening enthusiasts. Her skill and dedication eventually earned her the prestigious position of master judge of flower arrangements for the National Council of State Gardens Club.

Emily's expertise extended beyond local recognition as she entered numerous floral arrangement competitions, consistently demonstrating the artistic vision that had transformed her own gardens into a local showplace. She also joined the Point Loma Assembly and Ikebana International, embracing both American and Japanese approaches to floral design. Local newspapers frequently featured articles about her accomplishments, establishing her as a respected authority in San Diego's gardening community.

Lyle’s parents died in the mid 1940s, and Lyle inherited the six other homes on the block. Lyle, Emily, and Georgianna, moved into the home at 2115 30th Street on the same block, and Betty and her family lived upstairs at 2119 30th Street. Betty had a second son in 1946 named Stanley Richmond Seaver and Emily was joyful again.
A New Chapter at Point Loma

In the early 1950s, Emily's life took another significant turn when she, Lyle, and her mother Georgianna moved from their 30th Street home. On August 24, 1950, Emily and Lyle purchased a vacant triangular lot on Point Loma at the intersection of Armada Terrace and Harbor View Place for $3,750. This investment would become their dream home—a unique and beautiful two-bedroom redwood house at 825 Harbor View Place that offered breathtaking views of San Diego Bay, downtown San Diego, North Island, and the eastern mountains.

The Point Loma house featured a large wooden deck on the east side with stairs leading down to terraced gardens where Emily once again worked her magic, planting fruit trees and colorful shrubs that complemented the stunning natural setting. This home became a special gathering place for the family, particularly cherished by Emily's grandsons because it was the only family residence with a fireplace, making Christmas celebrations especially memorable. In 1955, Betty had her third son, Scott Frederick and Emily was joyful once more.

After they had moved into the Point Loma house, they sold the house at 2130 Fern Street with the greenhouse and the southern half of the 30th Street lots to finance the new house in Point Loma. They rented out the six remaining homes for income, and son-in-law Fred did maintenance tasks.

Emily’s mother, Georgianna (Kemp) Auble, died on November 8, 1952 of acute myocardial failure, after a fall in the home resulting in a broken hip. 
The Devoted Grandmother

Emily found immense joy in her role as grandmother to Betty and Fred's three sons: Randall (born 1943), Stanley (born 1946), and Scott (born 1955). She was known to her grandsons as "Gram," and they remembered her as a prim, proper, happy, optimistic, loving, warm, and gentle woman who delighted in spoiling them with attention and affection.

The boys created countless fond memories at their grandparents' Point Loma home, enjoying holiday dinners, family get-togethers, and endless hours exploring and playing in the neighborhood, garage, and gardens. Emily's love for her grandsons was evident in every interaction, and she took great pleasure in watching them grow and develop their own interests and personalities.
Later Years and Challenges

Emily's later years were marked by both continued fulfillment and increasing health challenges. She suffered a stroke in the mid-1960s but demonstrated remarkable resilience by recovering quickly, though she lost considerable weight during this period. Her strength and optimism remained largely intact, allowing her to continue enjoying her gardens and family relationships. 

Stanley married in 1967 to Sheryl Johnson and had a daughter Molly born in 1976. Randy married in 1970 to Linda Leland, and had daughters Lori in 1974 and Tami in 1976. The boys enjoyed bringing the babies to see their great-grandparents.

However, the 1970s brought more serious concerns as Emily began showing signs of dementia. When her beloved husband Lyle died on November 5, 1976, after a long illness, Emily seemed profoundly lost without the partner who had shared nearly six decades of her life. Their deep bond and mutual devotion had sustained them through all of life's challenges and joys.
Final Chapter

Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer's remarkable life came to an end on June 19, 1977, at the age of 77. She died of renal failure following a stroke at her Point Loma home, exactly 59 years to the day after her wedding to Lyle. This poignant timing seemed to underscore the central importance of their marriage in defining her life's journey.

Her obituary in the San Diego Union on June 24, 1977, honored her as "a longtime county resident and a master judge of flower shows for the National Council of State Gardens Club." Memorial services were held at the Old World Chapel at Cypress View Mortuary, followed by inurnment in the mortuary mausoleum, where she was reunited with Lyle in Niche 60 of the Bronze Corridor.
Legacy of Love and Beauty

Emily Carringer left behind a legacy that extended far beyond her achievements in horticulture, though those were considerable. She was survived by her daughter Betty (Carringer) Seaver of San Diego, three grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren, each carrying forward the values of love, dedication, and appreciation for beauty that she had instilled.

Her life spanned an extraordinary period in American history, from the horse-and-buggy era of her Chicago childhood through two world wars, the Great Depression, and into the modern age. Through all these changes, Emily remained constant in her devotion to family, her love of gardening, and her gift for creating beauty wherever she lived.

The gardens she created, the floral arrangements she crafted, and most importantly, the loving family relationships she nurtured stand as lasting testaments to a life lived with purpose, grace, and joy. Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer embodied the best qualities of her generation—resilience in the face of hardship, dedication to family, and the ability to find and create beauty in everyday life.

4) A poem and song lyrics to commemorate and celebrate the life of Emily (Auble) Carringer can be found in "Emily's Loves"-- A Family History Poem, Song and Podcast Created by Artificial Intelligence. The song created from the song lyrics can be played in that blog post, and on Suno.com, and below:

5) An Audio Overview (essentially a podcast created by the Google NotebookLM AI tool) discussing the life of Emily (Auble) Carringer can be heard here.

6)  The Video Overview discussing Emily (Auble) Carringer's life created by Google NotebookLM is:  


7)  I posted several other blog posts about Emily's life in:
8) I edited the Claude biography text to correct minor inconsistencies and errors. Every large language model (LLM) AI tool writes descriptive text much better than I can write. I was an aerospace engineer in my former life, and my research reports and genealogical sketches reflect "just the facts gleaned from my research." The AI tools are very perceptive, insightful and create readable text in seconds, including local and national historical events and social history detail when requested.

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Links to my blog posts about using Artificial Intelligence are on my Randy's AI and Genealogy page. Links to AI information and articles about Artificial Intelligence in Genealogy by other genealogists are on my AI and Genealogy Compendium page.

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