I think now of the many times I have enjoyed walking along Battery Park, never realizing this was where my grandfather -- "Father John," as he came to be known -- first set foot on this continent. He was 27 years old.
In Parts I and II, I described John's developing passion for nature, which I interpreted grew out of his experience of traumatic loss. From the loss of his mother, to his being "put out to service," John undoubtedly felt both bereft and constrained.
I hope that I, as my father did, can bring the essence of John Davey's personality to life once again. Because the world has changed so drastically in the 167 years since John's birth, it's necessary to put his life in the context of the world into which he was born.