Personal Life and Death
She married film producer Benjamin B. Hampton in Hollywood on September 18, 1924. They had no children. He died in 1932 leaving her very wealthy. Later that year Adams met Scobie Mackinnon, the second son of L.K.S. Mackinnon, at a party in London and three weeks later they married on April 1 in Mayfair. They remained childless.
After a protracted honeymoon, in March 1938, Mackinnon brought Adams to Victoria, Australia. The couple divided their time between Mooramong, a Western District grazing property, and their Melbourne townhouse at 220 Domain Road South Yarra. They entertained often at Mooramong, which they transformed from a staid Victorian homestead into a Jazz Age folly. On their frequent trips to Melbourne to attend the races and innumerable cocktail parties, they travelled in their Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost. Adorned in smart hats and chic outfits, and often graced with diamonds, Adams was an exotic figure at Government House functions and at the race course.
She was a life governor of Skipton Hospital and vice president of Lort Smith Hospital for sick animals.
On his death in 1974, Scobie Mackinnon's estate was worth A$2,111, 729, which was left entirely to Adams. She died on September 25, 1978, in Windsor, Victoria and was cremated. After generous bequests to family, friends, and animal welfare bodies, she left the remainder of her estates to the National Trust of Victoria for the creation of a wildlife sanctuary and fauna and flora park at Mooramong.
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