Prologue
This is the start of a long journey. Nowhere near as long as that of Edward Griffin and Catherine Sheehan in 1854, but, I expect, long enough. My intention is to retell the story (partly narrative, partly not) of the great adventure which began in the Townlands of Corkaboy in County Kerry, Ireland, in the 1840s, and finished in the suburbs of Adelaide over a hundred years later. Or finished for the purposes of this story, at least. Why am I writing this account? One reason is simply because it is very interesting. There's lots of bad things which happen - violence, death, famine - but also lots of family, love, births (and more deaths), and triumphs over adversity. Another reason is more self-serving. Recently my brother Paul and I went off cycling around the streets of Adelaide. We got to West Terrace Cemetery. Paul wanted to show me the graves of Edward Patrick Griffin (my grandfather), and his wife Elizabeth (Bessie) Larkin. I expected to see a nondescript headstone, probably i