In our travels, besides the scores of cemeteries that I have been to and
the hundreds of photographs, my favorite ones are my children and
grandchildren; newly found distant relatives; other researchers and
the many who have assisted me in my searching, and the scenery along
the thousands of miles that we have traveled.

Everywhere I travel, I meet wonderful and gracious people. Surprisingly
I have "accidentally" met several cousins.   Of course, in all of my internet
activities and mail lists, I correspond with hundreds of Adamson and related
descendants.  Whenever I travel to an area where I know some of them live,
I will try to spend an hour or two just visiting about our mutual interests.

It truly is a small world. Everywhere I meet folks, we can find someone
that we know in common.  I mentioned about accidently finding distant
cousins.  Let me relate a couple of interesting occurences.

I was traveling from Southwestern Pennsylvannia to Northern Kentucky
 a Saturday.  Along the route of travel,  I was aware of some Adamson's in
Adams County, Ohio.  I stopped at the Genealogical Library and found that
they were open.  Luckily, there hours are very limited, like Thursday and
Saturday, 12:00 noon to 4:00 pm.  The library is located in a small room within
the County Museum in West Union.  After being their the libarian on duty,
asked if I had considered also visiting the Brown County
Library located a distant of 25 miles in Georgetown.  She thought that there
were or had been several Adamson's located in the neighboring county.  She also
mentioned that the hours of the Brown Co. Library were the same, Thursday
and Saturday, Noon to 4:00.   Hurriedly I "gleaned" what I could easily gather,
proceded to Georgetown.  After finding directions from the local Public Library
I found the genealogical library was located in the old county jail.  The room
still contained six barred cells. In the cells, along the outside of the cells and
along the outside wall was bookcases and shelves that contained all sorts
of aids including orginial copies of old newspapers and many other old official
records.  They was room for two tables placed end to end, that was being
utilized by ten people doing research.  Besides the libarian who was standing,
there were two other persons using the microfilm reading spaces, also doing
research.  The librarian, apoligatically told me that because of the limited hours
they were always crowded and she had no other space to sit.  She did encourage
me browse around an if I found something of interest, she would make copies
for me.  As the hour was approaching 4, I asked, and she informed me that
they had extended library hours to 5:00.
As I was finding all sorts of information, I made copies of the
Adamson records and even the librian was pulling books and booklets off the
shelf for me.  With her pulling information and making copies.  This is when
I thought my luck had changed.   You enter the "jail" from the Alley.  I stepped
outside for a minute to get some fresh air and was joined by another lady  and
learned that she had come from Indianapolis a distant of about two hundred
miles. She also related that she had once lived in Georgetown and on many of
her return research trips she would met at the library, one of cousins from
Cincinnati, also a hundred mile drive.  As we were talking, her cousin joined
us and both were elated that I was eight hundred miles from home doing
research.   One of them asked what Surname that I was researching and when
I said "ADAMSON", they quickly informed me they were of Adamson
descendancy.  When they told me how, I knew I had just met my sixth cousins.
 

Another time, I was camped at the Maysville city boat launch campground
located on the Ohio river on the east side of Maysville Kentucky.  It was a
nice morning and I was "waiting" in camp for the local museum and library to
open.  A car entered the park and was slowing driving through the campground.
The driver slowed at my site and as we visited he mentioned that he had dropped
\his wife off  to do some shopping and he had decided to drive around.  They
had at one time lived in the area.  As we chatted, I had mentioned that I was
doing genealogical research and when he ask the name, he reactly excitedly.
His wife was an Adamson and she had all kinds of kin in the area.  Yes,
the husband of another Sixth cousin.

My last example is when I was taking photographs at a cemetery in Southern
Nebraska.  The cemetery was of good size and I was finding a few Adamson
scattered all over.  After a time, a pickup came in the cemetery and yes,  the
driver was an Adamson.  Only this time, he knew his ancestry had came from
Scotland in early 1800's.  Although we may not be related, we surely share the
name and have hopes that someday, someone will connect these two branchs
in England or Scotland.  Obviously the connection will be before the year 1690.