My name is Rusty
and I am the new kid on the search
I am ready to assist my master in his
search of Adamson Information.
It was too late
in the summer for me to go on a research trip to Indiana, Ohio,
Kentucky and Pennsylvania during the summer. Dad said I needed
training, so as I would know what cemeteries are and how to act, what
in vehicles was like and how to wait for Dad to do his visiting or
other business, and how to go camping and not get into trouble.
So Dad and I are spending the months of June and July in "training".
I am hopeful
that we will get over the "schooling" and we can start traveling soon.
Dad sez I will meet his relatives in all these states plus several
others. This page will become my diary as we travel.
(Click on the photographs to see a full view)
One of my first
want to visit is at the Hickory Ridge Cemetery in
Brown County, Ohio.
The tombstone is for
John Wesley Adamson
Dad told me that he
had a photograph of Dober
taken (1998) at this tombstone. He also had a photograph of Tanner
taken (1999) at this same tombstone. They are included so you can
see that we are closely related.
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[ MY PHOTOGRAPH TO BE TAKEN
when I get to Ohio
week of training, we have traveled to nine different cemeteries and to
three them more than once. Wow, when Dad said I needed training
he didn't mention that I had to learn to read. He told me that I
didn't have to learn all the names just the surname! So I shall
try. I would rather go chase a bird, a rabbit or inspect the
I guess I should help. Dad said I would eat better if I helped!
the mean time, while
I am in training, and because it
is very hot, I spent a lot of time in
the house where the air conditioner works fine.
One weekend when the weather was cool, we went camping.
Dad said it was for my education, but I think he wanted to get
photographs of some cemeteries. Either way, he got his photographs and
I learned about camping out. Its fun, Dad fixed breakfast and dinner on
a grill. Food tastes better in a camp. It rained part of the time so I
didn't always get to inspect every cemetery.
Pleasant Hill Cemetery, Labette County, Kansas
camping trip and visiting over 200 cemeteries, Dad sez I have been
trained and now we can travel. GREAT I have
been helping dad take photographs of the cemeteries in six local
counties. We have spent most of July and August traveling to them.
Luckily the weather has been cool, so we had some good travels. I
learned a lot about cemeteries and now I am ready for a long trip.
Our first trip was to
Cemeteries in Kansas, Colorado and Nebraska. We were gone thirteen
days. We went to fourteen cemeteries that were new to me, but Dad had
been to Six of them before. That still meant he had to take new
Photographs at Eight cemeteries and to get additional photographs at
the other six. We visited several folks along the way and stayed
at many State parks. Camping was fun and Dad usually fixed breakfast
every morning. For dinner, he would cook a steak or hamburgers.
Sometimes we ate chili hot dogs. A couple of times were just ate cold
cuts, cheeze and peanut butter with crackers for an evening meal.
It got cold in Colorado, so I crawled in Bed with Dad. He didn't seem
to appreciate it as the next night, he showed me the blanket he had
brought for me.
Mt. Hope Cemetery, Custer County, Nebraska
Our trip started with an Dad's High School reunion, and then to a
birthday party for his neice. I did learn some new things about
camping, traveling and visiting cemeteries. Dad told me about how easy
it was to convince Tanner what it meant when he said, "its time to
go". I guess he let Tanner run for some distance chasing the Van
after Tanner wouldn't get in when Dad told him to. I guess after
that Tanner was convinced. I listened very carefully to the story
and I knew Dad wasn't kidding so when He said, "Lets Go" or "Time to
Go", I got in eagerly.
I prefer to ride up front with Dad. I would lay in the passenger seat
and on the supplies Dad had between seats. When the sun shown on the
seat and it was warm, I would go back and lay on the bed.
According to Dad, my first big trip was a success . I am not
certain when we go again, but I will be ready. Dad said that next
spring we are going to IL, IN, OH, PA and maybe even to GA and
Sometimes I let Dad play with
my toys. He sits in his chair and watches TV and sometimes takes
a nap, while I lay on the bed and take life easy. I can usually
get him to join the fun.
Life is tough!
to see more of Dad and I fooling around!
newest Doberman friend got hit by a
truck on Thursday, 11/11/2004. Over the past few months, he and a neighbors
black lab became great romping friends. They would run and
wrestle over the entire property. Eight acres gave them plenty of room
to play. They would run and play for thirty minutes at a time and
then would rest. They normally played near the house, and would
circle around objects including the house. For some reason, they
left the fenced area and got on the road. He never
knew what hit him and he died
instantly without suffering. I have had
him for almost five months. He was becoming a good friend and traveling
companion. He was at the age of about 16 months, and was starting to
broad chest that Dobies have. I
remains cremated. I will miss him. JFA
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