- My Adamsons
- Adamson Bakers, Jam Makers and Ironmongers
- A Provost of Forfar, Don & Low, A Law Professor in New Zealand, Birrells Shoes
- A Lord Provost of Dundee & a Musician
- Adamson Fabrications, Dundee
- Angus Adamsons in the USA
- Adamson Mathematician in Australia
- Castle-dwelling Adamsons
- Adamson policemen
- Adamson Pioneer Photographers
- A Witch named Adamson?
- Agnes McKenzie Fisher Conway, mother to 11, lived to 96 years of age Sister of Rober MacKenzie Fisher, above, Agnes was a kitchenmaid at Orangefield House in Prestwick in her early days. Orangefield House became the site of what is now Prestwick Airport. Agnes and James CONWAY had eleven children, 6 daughters and 5 sons. Four of their sons became ministers of the Church.
- Ruth Agnes Fisher CONWAY, medical missionary Daughter of a Baptist minister and granddaughter of an antique dealer, Ruth was born in Dundee. She attended Harris Academy and gradauted in Medicine from St Andrews University in 1932. Ruth flew to the Belgian Congo in 1940 to marry her fiance Alfred Russell. Her trousseau and wedding cake which were to be going by boat, were confiscated by the Germans at Antwerp. Their daughter Elizabeth Lucy who was born in 1941 was taken ill in the Congo, and died in 1943 despite her parents operating to try to save the child. The couple had two other children born some years later and who survived.
- Robert MacKenzie FISHER, Ship's Carpenter & Poet Born at Prestwick, near Ayr, in 1840, the son of a handloom weaver. His mother having died when he was five years of age, he was placed under the care of his grandfather at Maybole. There are specimens of his precocious skill in word-painting, giving evidence of his poetic powers when only about fifteen years of age. As a poet, his versification is smooth, his thoughts natural, and many of his verses show the tender side of the poet's nature. In his own words, his "Hame-Spun thochts are best expressed, In mither tongue - they're aye the best." [from "Modern Scottish Poets" by D. H. Edwards, Brechin, 1883]
Pairtin' wi' the Weans.
I'm troubled wi' the muse sometimes
She gars me steep my brains,
When better things than makin' rhymes
Wad answer wife and weans.
I often chance to leave my hame
For sake o' worldly gains,
Tae places that I needna name
Unless tae wife and weans.
Wi' mirth and glee their wee hearts glow,
They sing in joyful strains,
Till duty calls and I must go
And leave my steerin' weans.
The scene is changed, their hearts are sad,
The tear each wee cheek stains,
They ken they're gaun tae lose their dad-
This lot o' greetin' weans.
I try to quaiten doon the noise,
And soothe their fitful pains,
By promisin' tae bring them toys
If they'll be a' guid weans.
Wee Mary rins tae get my hat,
While Jack and Will maintains
That they're the anes that should get that-
O! what contentious weans.
If onything there is on earth
From which my heart refrains,
It's stoppin' a' their childish mirth,
And partin' wi' the weans.
While struggling through this world's strife,
There's nocht for me remains
But seek to live a happy life
Alang wi' wife and weans.
- Jeannie MILNE, eccentric spinster, Murdered, unsolved cold case Newspaper headlines - Fiendish Murder at West Ferry Where Wealthy Lady is Brutally Done to Death - Three Week's Old Crime Brought to Light - Mysterious Assailant Leaves No Clue.
... who may not be related - but some are, or might be! Certainly they are people bearing a name that has interest to many of us.
Agnes McKenzie Fisher Conway aged 96 at the marriage of her granddaughter Hope Myra Morrison Conway to Joseph Stanley Andrews (a Baptist Church minister), June 1937, Hamilton Baptist Church. Three of Agnes' sons officiated at the wedding. [photo from JF in Canada]
The China Inland Mission, Newington Green, Mildmay, Islington, London. © Fin Fahey, 15 October 2005, licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 Generic license.