Voices.

Your voice, before it’s only a memory.

Voices gathers the stories your family tells out loud — records them, transcribes them, and binds them into a Legacy Book your whole family can open, keep, and hand down.

  • Private to your family
  • Auto-transcribed
  • Exportable forever
Now playing “Sunday mornings at the lake”

No. 02 · The follow-along

Watch the words keep up with the voice.

Every story is transcribed automatically and timed word by word to the audio. Read along as they speak — or tap any line, and the recording jumps to meet you.

Sunday mornings at the lake

0:00 / 0:24

Tap a line — the voice follows · Transcribed automatically · Language detected: English

A transcript remembers what was said. A voice remembers the pauses, the accent, the laugh right before the good part.

From a recording to an heirloom.

Nothing to install, nothing to learn twice. One person tends the archive; everyone else just listens.

  1. Upload

    Drop in a phone memo, an old voicemail, a digitized cassette — or record right in the browser. A phone at the kitchen table is a fine microphone.

  2. Transcribe

    Whisper turns the audio into text on its own, detecting the language automatically. Every word is timed to the voice that said it.

  3. Arrange

    Gather the stories into three chapters of a life, and weave in the photographs that belong beside them.

  4. Listen together

    Invite the whole family, each with a real role — tellers, keepers, listeners. Unlimited seats, on any phone or iPad.

No. 04 The legacy book

A book with a voice inside.

Stories settle into three chapters of a life and become a shared book the whole family can open — calm, editorial, and always in print.

The winter we moved to the city

“We had one suitcase each, and your mother carried the radio the whole way, like it was a cat that might jump…”
4:12

Contents

  1. IBeginnings 7 stories · 42 min
  2. IIThe middle of the story 11 stories · 1 hr 8 min
  3. IIIWhat I know now 5 stories · 31 min

Recently added

  • Sunday mornings at the lake2:41
  • The winter we moved to the city4:12
  • How we met, the true version6:03

No. 05 Built to last

Made to be handed down.

A voice archive is a fifty-year keepsake, so Voices is built to outlast any single service. One private place for your family’s stories — and a full copy you can export and pass on, always.

  • Private by default
  • Unlimited listeners
  • Standard files, forever
No dead QR codes.
Your stories don’t hang on a novelty gadget or a printed code that stops working the day the company behind it goes dark. They’re real audio, in one place your family can always reach.
No shutdown risk.
Services get acquired, pivot, and sunset — and the recordings usually go with them. Voices keeps a full, exportable copy in your family’s hands, so nothing disappears out from under you.
Yours to hand down.
The whole archive travels with your family — passed to the next generation as easily as a photo album, never stranded in an account no one can reach.
Nothing locked in.
Audio, transcripts, photographs, the whole book — export it all as ordinary files, whenever you like, no permission required. Originals are never altered.

This still works, even if.

The hard part is deciding to start. Everything after that is built to be forgiving.

they swear there’s nothing to tell.

Nobody believes their own life is a story. Ask one small question — the first kitchen, the long drive, the neighbor’s dog — and let them discover they’re wrong.

all you have is a shoebox of tapes.

Voicemails, camcorder audio, a cassette from 1989. If it can become an audio file, it can become a chapter.

your family “isn’t technical.”

One person sets Voices up, once. For everyone else it’s simply a page on their phone: tap the story, press play.

the stories aren’t in English.

Transcription detects the language on its own. The words follow the voice, whatever the voice speaks.

everyone is scattered.

Record on one coast, listen on another. The book is always open, in every time zone, and nobody has to be in the room.

you think you’ve started too late.

You haven’t. The best recordings are of ordinary days — and there’s another one of those tomorrow.

Begin tonight

Start with one story.

Ten minutes. One question. The voice you already know by heart.