Tribute to Mr. Adamson
do you begin to write a tribute to a man that was larger than life?
I have pondered this since returning home after attending the funeral of
Mr. Adamson. I was placed at
Adamson welcomed me with the customary roller skates and he talked with me about
making something of myself and becoming a good citizen (remember the Good
Citizenship Test?) I was a slightly
young for such a discussion; I just wanted to go skate.
Brother Charles was placed at
One time upon returning from a great week at beautiful Camp Ocoee Mr. Adamson called me to his office and wanted me to tell him all about camp. I told him all about swimming, canoeing, camp fires and berry picking. He listened intently but I could tell he was waiting on something I had left out. He was waiting for me to admit that I had committed a crime while I was supposed to be out berry picking. As I recall, there were three other children from BOS with me and we ask for permission to go pick berries. While we were out, we stumbled upon this old house that looked, to four young boys, as if it had been abandoned.
proceeded to break all the windows and poured flour all over the house.
One of the boys dropped the pass we had received from the camp that had
all of our names listed. Naturally
the owner of the “summer cottage” found the pass and started legal action to
receive compensation for the damages incurred.
I remember going downtown to the courthouse and confessing to the judge
what we had done. I’m sure the
owner won his just compensation. After
returning back to BOS, Mr. Adamson explained that he could have me transferred
to TPS at the snap of a finger. He
went on to give me that same talk he had given me several years before, he could
see something worthwhile in me and could see me making something of myself.
I have thanked God many hundreds of times for his love, guidance and
left BOS in 1963 but never lost contact with the Adamsons.
My wife and I visited Mr. Adamson while we on our honeymoon and again
after I returned from
like the Mr. And Mrs. Adamson only come along once in a lifetime and I am so
thankful that God caused our paths to cross.
I thank God for placing me at Bonny Oaks and for Mr. Adamson’s
perseverance in helping me become the person I am today.