Original subtitles

[laughing]

This is your cousin, Zadok.

'Well, actually, he's Pa's cousin.'

He'd be your first cousin twice removed.

Oh, more or less. Who am I to tell?

Hope you can stay for a spell.

There's a lot to be did at the farm

but I expect I can stay through the picnic.

I do not care who he is. He is crude and backward.

If there are any telephone calls or anybody drops by to see me

you just tell 'em I'll be back in a whipstitch.

We'll sure tell 'em.

He told me a lawyer was after him.

Told me he's getting his degree from Boatwright University.

Well, his hearing's gone, his eyesight, too, for all we know.

His mind wanders. His memory just turns on and off.

I think he's got hardening of the arteries.

We're the only relatives within a thousand miles.

I think he's come here to die.

You're absolutely crazy. You've poisoned my baby.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[melancholic music]

(male narrator) On Walton's Mountain as everywhere else on earth

in the later years of World War II

there was a constant feeling of dislocation and change

Until one weekend in 1944

in the midst of the chaos and confusion

we unexpectedly found a bright, sturdy link

between ourselves and the way of life

we were so swiftly losing.

A rich reminder of who we were, what we were, and where.

Good afternoon, sir.

I swear to my soul, young woman

you a Walton if ever I seen one, and I have saw considerable.

Sir?

- You one of Zeb Walton's girls? - No, I'm one of John's.

My name's Elizabeth.

Oh, that's nothing, honey. They named me Zadok.

Mr. Zadok, would you care for a glass of lemonade?

Elizabeth..

I'd be proud, mighty proud.

That's prime lemonade, it is, Elizabeth.

Mr. Zadok knows a lot about us. He's come a long way.

How long a way, Mr. Zadok?

Well, I've hoofed it all the way from home

and I'd hate to do it twice in one week.

Got me a little patch of scratch-gravel farm

across Methodist Creek.

That's way up yonder behind Big Spruce Knob, Boone County.

Well, that's miles from here.

I computated about 44 miles as the crow flies

if anybody's got a crow that don't especially care

where he's going.

[chuckling]

Do you have much farther to go?

Well, I devoutly hope not.

Where I started out for, I'm at.

Fellow told me to meet him at Walton's house

on Walton's Mountain.

Here I am, and here he ain't.

Who's that, Mr. Zadok?

Who's what?

(Erin) 'The man you're meeting here.'

Oh, I'm meeting your grandpa, Zeb Walton.

Mr. Zadok..

...our grandpa passed away almost three years ago.

[somber music]

Well, I expect that I oughtn't to be surprised.

Where's Zeb restin'?

Up there on the top of the mountain.

It's where he wanted to be.

Zeb and I growed up together, he being a mite younger than me

and I'd hate to tell you how old I am.

What about your grandma? Where's little Esther at?

Well, she had a stroke a while back, but she's doing fine.

Well, I thought so.

You know, them little-bitty women

they just as tough as whitleather.

Grandma's visiting some relatives in Buckingham County.

Oh, she always was traipsing about and caucusin'.

Yeah, she was always that a-way inclined

if Zeb hadn't kept her on a short string.

Well...now, who else we got?

[car honking]

Well, if that ain't the beatinest!

He don't even know who I am!

Cousin Zadok, ha ha ha.

I'd recognize your old hide in a tan yard.

- Good to see you. How you been? - Oh, tolerable, tolerable.

This is your cousin, Zadok.

'Well, actually, he's Pa's cousin.'

He'd be your first cousin twice removed.

More or less. Who am I to tell?

Hope you can stay for a spell.

There's a lot to be did at the farm

but I expect I can stay through the picnic.

Is there a picnic?

Well, that's what your grandpa said

and I never knowed him to drop back on a promise.

That's a date you made. That's why you're here.

When did you and grandpa make this date?

Oh, I guess it was along late spring, 1923.

He come up to Boone County and spent the whole day with me.

'The last thing I ever said to him, I said..'

"...Zeb, now, it's been 10 years since we saw each other.

"Now, let's don't make the second time 15."

And he gave me that little look of his, you know

butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Good old Zeb Walton.

Well, cheese wouldn't choke him either, you know.

'And he said that, "If I'm not here in 20 years'

"Zadok, you come to visit me

and we'll give you a picnic."

Well, by George, he was right.

Let's have a picnic.

[horn blaring]

Colonel Usselbury sir! Are you alright, sir?

Why don't you watch where you're going?

Oh, sergeant.

I'm sorry. I thought you were the post commander.

Are you alright?

If you had been thinking anything, you dumb dogface

I wouldn't be driving all over the county, now would I?

I guess not.

(sergeant) And if I had had the colonel in my car

you'd be peeling the stripes off your sleeves!

Absolutely. Now, is there anything I can do?

Sure, you can get lost.

You bet.

You raise all these apples?

Well, me and the good Lord had a hand in it together.

They're better for taste than looks.

That's a telephone.

Oh, I've saw three or four of them in my time.

I just ain't never talked through one.

Oh, it's easy. When it rings, you just pick it up and talk.

I'll memorize that and when that fellow..

Cousin Zadok?

There's a fellow after me.

If he rings that telephone, you come and get me

and I'll talk on it.

What's the man after you for?

Me, my land, my apples.

Calls hisself a lawyer.

- 'You memorize that.' - I'll try.

Cousin Zadok, we gotta find you place to sleep.

I already found one, Cousin John.

Alright.

(John) 'Now, you sure you wanna do this, now?'

Well, when I was growing up on this mountain, Cousin John

any time the house was full of company

they packed up all the little boys

and put them in the barn to sleep on the hay.

Now, I've been missing this Waltons Mountain hay for 75 year

And I can tote my own budget..

No, you've carried it long enough, now.

Well, it ain't as heavy as it was when I left home.

I brung some apples for the young'uns.

They're in the kitchen if you get a hankering.

(John) Alright.

Hello.

Oh, not again.

I didn't know there was anybody in here.

They let me use the piano sometimes.

Wouldn't you know it.

In case I forgot to mention, my name is Jason Walton.

Now that we've got that settled, let's both forget it.

[soft piano music]

You probably don't have a name, huh?

Just rank and serial number?

Tony Hazelton.

That's Tony like in Anthony Adverse?

Like in Marie Antoinette. "Let them eat cake."

That's better.

You're much more an Antoinette than a Tony.

I'm really thrilled you think so.

Look, if you're gonna play the stupid piano, play.

Wouldn't you rather go out to a movie or something, Antoinette?

I wouldn't be sitting here in the first place if I did.

What are you doing, Walton?

Composing, Antoinette, a song.

Sounds more like decomposing.

[dramatic music]

[pleasant music]

[door creaks]

What's wrong, Daddy?

Thought I heard some music, fiddle music.

Coming from the mountain.

Spooky.

It would have to be. There's nobody up there.

Maybe you just thought you heard it.

No, I heard it.

A tune I haven't heard since I was older than John Curtis.

Strange.

- What's going on? - I thought I heard something.

What?

I don't know, but if I believed in ghosts..

You're not supposed to be in here.

That's my job this weekend.

You don't look like you was qualified for this kind of work.

Well, I'd like to know just why.

- Morning, Daddy. - Morning.

Howdy, John.

A woman as well-favored as you ought to just sit

on a cushion and sew a fine seam.

That's ridiculous, because my sewing's worse than my cooking.

Now, where does that leave me?

Just sitting there, looking pretty as red shoes

with blue strings in them.

Zadok, is something going on between you and my daughter?

Well, that's what she'd like me to think

but soft words never buttered no biscuits.

Your cousin Erin is a speaking likeness

of another lady that I fell in love with

when I was five years old.

Her name was Aunt Sula Walton. She was Zeb Walton's mama.

She's where all that red hair comes from, too.

Really?

Ben, what are you doing home?

A weekend pass I didn't expect.

Got in around 1 o'clock this morning.

Had to get up for 4 o'clock feeding.

I want you to meet cousin Zadok.

Zadok, this is Ben.

Just let him wake up, John, and then I'll meet him proper.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Mary Ellen, I thought you'd be gone.

I overslept.

(Mary Ellen) John Curtis was fussy all night.

I left him bothering Elizabeth.

Elizabeth can handle any three kids in the neighborhood.

Yeah, but I'm sure she had things of her own to do today.

Everybody's that a-way these days, except me I expect.

Thank you.

I'd take John Curtis with me except he's been acting colicky.

Well, I ain't got no big plans for today

except sit around here and dilapidate.

Now, I can put up with that little feller

if he can put up with me.

If you're sure it wouldn't be a bother.

Thank you very much.

- Bye-bye, Daddy. - Bye, honey.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

Finished that painting, son?

Taking a break from that turpentine smell.

You know, Zadok. You're a bad influence on me.

I'm supposed to be running all over county this weekend

yelling at my suppliers.

War Department wants twice as much lumber twice as quick.

Well, I calculate the Second World War

come to a grinding stop about an hour ago

waiting for you to get out and start

mallyhacking them poor working people.

I'd hate to think the war's stopping on my account.

This is the fourth big war I've sat through.

And if you've seen a-one, you saw 'em all.

What are you up to, honey?

Just keeping an eye on Cousin Zadok.

Well, you're gonna have to stand back a ways for that.

'Cause when I finish this rocking

I'm just gonna get up and start callyhooting

all over this mountainside, sightseeing and such.

Don't think you should. You've done enough walking for a while.

You should take better care of yourself.

I don't see why.

It ain't as if they're saving me up for something.

Or as if I was gonna get lost on Walton's Mountain

that being where I learned to walk in the first place.

Try this.

It's not very pretty.

That's an apple.

(Zadok) 'They're what you call a hybrid apple.'

It's a cross betwixt a wild apple tree

and two tame ones I got growing on my farm.

I thought I knew every apple that grows in these parts.

Well, every kind that will I got growing up there on my farm.

Yeah..

...I got 12 different kind of apples growing on one tree.

- Sure you do. - You're joking.

Jim-Bob, you and Elizabeth go keep an eye on Cousin Zadok.

He's supposed to be keeping an eye on John Curtis.

Cindy will do that.

Come on, Elizabeth.

Hi!

I keep seeing it, but I don't believe it.

- Got you working overtime, huh? - Sergeant Walton--

Jason.

When the colonel works overtime

then the Colonel's driver works overtime.

I hope that's not too hard for you to understand.

- Sergeant. - Colonel, sir.

Good morning, sir.

When you finish with my car, sergeant and with my driver

then we can get on with the war effort.

I was just coming up, sir, to let you know the car's here.

- Sergeant Walton, isn't it? - Yes, sir.

You have any duties to perform, Walton, because I do.

Matter of fact, sir, have a pass for the weekend.

- Use it. - Yes, sir!

He took us to the old chimney

where Rome Walton and Rebecca Lee lived.

Uh-huh.

He knew where it was and telling us how it was in the olden days.

Suddenly, he looked at us and said he'd forgotten our names.

Do you suppose his mind's goin'?

Honey, you know how some folks get when they get old.

Remember your grandpa?

He could recite 76 verses of Horatius at the Bridge

but could never remember where his hat was.

'Cause it was on top of his head.

At anytime, his mind was as brisk as a tick in a tar pot.

Well, I hope you're right.

(Elizabeth) 'He sure hasn't forgotten the picnic.'

[door creaks]

Needs more salt.

(John) 'Well, how is my grandson?'

Oh, he's asleep, thank goodness.

I finally met the doctor

He said it sounded pretty routine.

Just a minor digestive disorder.

Sounds like a stomach ache.

Where's Cousin Zadok?

Oh, he went down to the Godsey's store.

He said he wanted to see if it's changed any since 1908.

I think I'll go see if he's changed any.

You haven't noticed anything different about him, have you?

Well, he's deaf in his left ear

and he has a terrible weakness for well-favored redheads.

(John) Who doesn't?

[birds chirping]

Still, in all, it is a most unusual name

Zadok. From whence does it originate?

The first kings, Second Samuel. The crowning of King Solomon.

Zadok the priest and Nathan the prophet.

I been away from here ever since 1880.

Some of my mama's people left me a farm up beyond Big Spruce.

If I'd have known how little the farm was

I wouldn't have went.

I could've had 'em send it to me.

I surmise that Big Spruce is a considerable distance from here.

Oh, distance ain't no name for it, Sis Godsey.

'Why, it's so far back in them hills'

'they use wolves as watchdogs'

and the hoot owls mate with the chickens.

I do not care who he is. He is crude...and backward.

There's nothing backward about him.

And also suggestive.

Oh, come on, Corabeth. He's just a hillbilly

the way the good Lord made him.

Might as well face up to it. We're all hillbillies--

Speak for yourself.

- Morning. - Oh, hi, John. How are you?

- Seen my cousin Zadok around? - Ha!

Yeah, he's back there in the seed catalog department.

Cousin Zadok?

You back here?

Must have gone outside.

You see an old fellow come out here a couple of minutes ago?

Yup, I see'd him. He come and he went.

Went where?

Well, a young fellow drove up here.

He was lost, asking his way to West ham.

The old man, he volunteered to show him the way

and then he drove off with him.

Funny your cousin would leave without saying bye to anybody.

Reckon I'd better go find him.

(John) Cousin Zadok.

Well, you go traveling

you never know who you're gonna find.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, just looking the place over.

They got one whole big school here

that don't teach nothing but farmin' and such.

You thinking of enrolling as a freshman or take it up as hobby?

Oh, nary a one. Albeit one of them

professors I was a-talking with

proffered to get me a piece of paper

I could put a frame around and put up over my fireboard.

It would say, "I got all the education I can chamber."

They call that an honorary degree.

You think he might give it to you?

Not by a long stitch. He come right out and said he's jokin'.

Said them papers was for folks who give them a football field.

- You ready to go home? - You know the way?

[melancholic music]

Have you people been callyhooting again

or just traipsing this time?

Oh, we neighbored a bit

and then we was out doing a little caucusing..

Easy, easy.

- Hellfire and damnation. - Are you alright?

If they put my brains in a bird's head

he'd have flied backwards.

Well, he sounds alright.

Old and brickly-boned and don't evenly watch where I'm a-going.

Why, you'd thought I'd busted my dad-blistered hip

it'd have been Katy bar the door, I'll tell you!

Ain't got time for such as this.

Cousin Zadok, let me help you in the house.

Cousin Zadok can help hisself right out to the barn.

[cursing indistinctly]

You know, I hate to say it, but he really seems

pretty far gone.

Hitting on about three cylinders, I'd say.

Oh, come on!

Well, his hearing's gone, his eyesight, too, for all we know.

His mind wanders.

His memory just turns on and off.

I think he's got hardening of the arteries.

We're the only relatives within a 1000 miles.

I think he's come here to die.

Why would you say something like that?

Suppose he did come here for that. what'd we do?

What can we do?

We do exactly what Cousin Zadok would do if someone came to him.

Invite him in and make him feel comfortable.

* And when that ram was butchered *

* There was an awful flood *

* Singing fal-de-rally, raldy *

* Dolly do-dum-do *

* And when that ram was butchered *

* There was an awful flood *

* And 14,000 people got a-drownded in the blood *

* Singing fal-de-rally, raldy *

* Dolly do-dum-do *

* Now the wool upon that ram's back *

* It hung down to the ground *

If you think that's bloody you should let Mary Ellen come here

and hear a few verses.

It's been a strange weekend.

We haven't heard any war news since yesterday morning.

Well, Cousin Zadok doesn't listen at all.

He says that good news will keep and bad news will hunt you down.

I thought you were painting Grandma's room

while Rose was away.

Well, I was till Erin kicked me out.

She said that I was getting more paint on me than on the walls.

You know, sometimes I think she's got some shingles loose.

- What kind of talk is that? - Cousin Zadok talk.

You know, he reminds me of Grandpa.

He's fun to be around.

Yeah, you know, it's something like a dish of mustard greens

after a long winter.

- Just what the system needs. - Yeah.

You know, with this war being so unreal you feel like

you've been sick three or four years and then something like

this old man comes and reminds you there's

sunshine and fresh air and..

- Vitamins? - Vitamins.

I got a hunch that there's nothing wrong with Cousin Zadok.

It's the world that's got some shingles loose.

(Zadok) 'Cousin John?'

Well, I thought you'd be out peltering them lumber people

telling them where the bear set in the buckwheat.

You stop peltering me.

I've got to be in the right mood first.

Little John Curtis dropped off to sleep for a while.

He don't appear to be as pert, though, as he was this morning.

It just appears to me that, that poor little sprout

be addled in his gut.

The doctor says not to worry, get here as soon as he could.

Well, I thought I'd go projecting around

and see what's alongside the roadside.

If there are any telephone calls

or anybody drops by to see me..

...you just tell them I'll be back in a whipstitch.

We'll sure tell 'em.

He told me a lawyer was after him.

Told me he was getting an honorary degree

from Boatwright University.

It must be awful to get old.

Small world, but I was here first.

Wherever I go, you're there first.

I'm studying two very hard courses

in the Armed Forces Institute

and tests are coming up in both of them.

You think if I went to my barracks to study

It's a WAC barracks, Walton.

'All enlisted personnel of the feminine gender.'

You think you can try and not be there ahead of me?

I'll make it a promise.

You're all heart.

You know what might do you a whole lot of good, Sergeant?

Go back to your WAC barracks and when you get there

go soak your silly head.

I may just do that!

Then give the rest of the world the day off.

You're a vain, spoiled, egotistical brat, Hazelton.

Moping around, creeping into a corner

when somebody says hello.

You come into the U.S. Army for privacy or something?

Absolutely none of your business!

You're a crabby, sneering, sarcastic shrew.

You're narrow-minded, ill-mannered and furthermore-

Furthermore what?

Furthermore, I'm crazy about you!

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

- Zadok. - Huh?

What is going on here and what is that stuff?

The baby's forehead is soaking wet.

Oh, he's a mite sweaty, but he ain't fevered.

It's the catnip part that does it for him.

Catnip?

Yeah, I brewed the little chap a mess of catnip tea.

Then I took a sizeable chunk of rattle weed root

boiled that with it.

Oh, it'll fix it's meek as Moses.

You're absolutely crazy. You've poisoned my baby.

Oh, I bet I ain't.

He only taken a middle sized cupful.

Daddy, the old man is dangerous.

He fed John Curtis catnip tea laced with rattle weed root.

- Did he throw up? - No.

While I was talking to the doctor, John Curtis fell asleep.

What did the doctor say?

He said if it worked that well he'd try it himself.

[mellow fiddle music]

Cousin Zadok.

That's his bad ear, Daddy.

Cousin Zadok.

Great day in the morning, Cousin John.

What are you and all 'em gentlemen's

doing up here at this time of the night?

We came up here to ask you that.

Oh, I just came to say goodbye to an old, old friend.

[upbeat music]

Hi, I'm looking for Jason Walton.

- He's in there. - Thank you.

[knocking on door]

Antoinette.

Come in.

Thank you.

First, don't bother to apologize.

That's supposed to be some kind of joke?

Because it's my turn anyway.

I know what you think of me, Jason

because you very kindly explained it to me.

I just want you to know that if I'm crabby and all that

there's nothing personal.

Okay. Fine.

I've been a long time getting over something

and...like I said yesterday..

It's none of my business.

Thank you.

Nothing at all.

Um, you forgot your music.

I what?

Um, Your song or whatever. You forgot it in the Day Room.

Oh, thanks. I'd sure hate to lose this.

No offense, but parts of it you should.

Yeah?

I don't mean to start another fight or anything, but may I?

There's a few places where I don't think you were watching

where you were going.

I'll show you.

Here.

Okay.

Um, for instance where you have..

* Ta-na-na Ta-da-da *

Mm-hmm

Maybe you could have done something like..

* Ta-na-na-ta-da-da *

Play that again.

* Ta-na-na-ta-da-da *

I hate to say this, but I think you're absolutely right.

I thought I was.

And where you had..

* Na-na-na Na-na-na Da da da *

I could have gone, maybe..

* Da-da-da Na-na-na-na Ta-da-da *

Yeah, something like that, in my opinion.

Okay.

Well, let's try it your way and see what we've got.

Okay.

* Ta-ta-da Ta-ta-da Da-da *

* Ta-ta-da Ta-ta-da Da-da *

- It's supposed to have words. - Oh, words I can't do.

I'm so glad. Move over.

- Let's try it from the chorus. - Okay.

* Antoinette Antoinette *

You're kidding.

'You're not kidding.'

Oh, no.

* Antoinette *

You sing. * Antoinette *

* You're the kind of woman who's not easy to forget *

* Won't you say you'll stay *

* Won't you say you'll stay *

* Won't you say you'll stay Antoinette *

- Good morning. - Good morning, sir.

Mr. Zadok Walton said I might find him here.

I'm Arthur Harrington from Charlottesville.

I've heard that name before.

I'm serving as Zadok Walton's attorney.

I have a paper here he asked me to draw up for him.

You're a pretty expensive lawyer for an old dirt farmer

from Boone County, aren't you?

Well, if I am, it's his fault.

I told him my fee would be one bushel of fruit

and he refused to settle for less than two.

He's a feisty old character.

That he is.

These gentlemen have known my client a lot longer than I have.

Dean Beck and Professor Bohannon.

Both of the School of Agriculture at the university.

Hm.

Well, come on out.

- We'll see if we can find him. - Thank you.

Now, if you'll just look that over.

Ah, if you'll now just peruse all that, John.

'I ain't got my right spectacles.'

Be glad to, Cousin Zadok.

It's an old fashioned form of conveyance

and so is some of the language

but so is my client and you can't argue with a mule.

(Dean Beck) 'Now, if there's anything you don't understand.'

If we ever get to it.

Briefly, it's a deed of gift.

Inter vivos, between the living

by which Zadok Walton in consideration

'of the goodwill and esteem he bears for Boatwright University'

'and for the furtherance of work in the field of agriculture'

'hereby gives and grants unto said university'

a certain plantation and parcel of land in Boone County

containing 21 acres..

Being the same more or less.

'...with all buildings, orchards, watercourses'

'privileges and profits after my death to have and to hold.'

With certain restrictions to it.

And the next three quarters of the page

tells precisely what this said university

can or cannot do with his 21 acres..

...if and when said Zadok ever decides to die.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Walton.

This dirt farmer cousin of yours is the most opinionated

unreasonable--

Obstinate.

Cantankerous old man

this neighborhood has seen since Thomas Jefferson.

Anyone else would let us buy the damned farm!

Well, it's more than just a farm.

It's a remarkable workshop.

A laboratory for an untrained natural born

horticultural wizard.

'We've learned as much up there about fruit and trees'

'as we've been teaching.'

Have you ever seen a tree

with 10 or 12 different kinds of apples on it?

Or an apple tree with pears growing on it?

We've often said we'd like to have Zadok

on the university faculty if he could speak English.

You could have went further and did worse.

Oh, this is a big day for the school, Mr. Walton.

We're going to use the farm, study it, preserve it

long after Zadok is gone.

You mean sort of as a remembrance museum or something.

No, no, no. Something very alive and busy.

Sentimental only to us.

'It's a very rich gift your cousin Zadok'

'is giving to the people of this state.'

(Arthur) 'Just part of it is one little stand of apple trees up there'

'worth a small fortune to Virginia agriculture.'

Well, I'd admire to think so

because I never got a pure-D dime off in it myself.

This old coot has developed the most promising new strain

of apple since the Albemarle Pippin.

It's not an awfully big apple, and not very pretty.

Well, neither was the Albemarle Pippin.

'Back off.'

It's still my apples, and I've still got work to do on it.

This is mighty generous of you, Cousin Zadok.

Now, if you'll just sign there.

And if you'll sign there as witness.

I still think you should let us give you the money.

I'd hate to have it on my books at the Day of Judgment.

What I got and what I learnt..

...the good Lord never charged me for it.

We're having a little picnic for Cousin Zadok.

We'd be happy to have you gentlemen join us.

[everyone] Oh, thank you.

Well, you did a real good thing

and it was a pleasure meeting you gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

I'm not sure I believe about this pear.

Elizabeth.

Who are those people?

They're just professors and such from Boatwright University.

'Friends of Cousin Zadok.'

Friends of Zadok?

Mm-Hm.

People from the university are really excited.

He's giving them a big endowment.

I find that scarcely credible. What could he give them?

Just an apple. Try one.

Alright. Okay, if you say so.

Alright, everybody! I've got an important announcement.

Come on over. Come on, gather around.

Jason.

Cousin Zadok decided he wants to make a little speech after all.

That's good. I was worried he was going to play the fiddle.

Dog my cats, Elizabeth, I heard that.

Now, come on, you young'uns, settle down.

I got something to talk to you about.

You know, it's a proud thing being back here

on the mountain where I growed up.

'Meeting all you fine kinfolks I never seen before.'

'I had a hankering to see what the back home Waltons was like'

'after all this long time.'

Well, I ain't met a one of you I didn't like.

'Another thing.'

Since I'm about four years older than Methusalem

'I calculated I'd better settle my affairs'

'before the bell rings.'

'Now, I got rid of most of my worldly goods'

'since breakfast this morning.'

Well, while we're all here together

I wanted you to meet the oldest friend

I've got on God's green earth.

'Jason, hand me my music.'

Yeah.

This old fiddle, it don't belong to me

but I've looked after it for quite a while.

Now, I think it's about time somebody else looked after it.

Zadok, I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, if you hold your tater a minute, Cousin John.

I'm gonna tell you.

This old fiddle's 108 year old.

'It belonged to an old gentleman named Rome Walton.'

He's my granddaddy, your great granddaddy.

Well, I'll be damned.

Yeah, he made it and he played it.

During the time of Tippecanoe and Tyler Too.

And then he died.

'And my grandma said he wanted me to have it.'

And whilst I'm still around to see

that it don't go to just any branch of the family..

...here.

Cousin Zadok.

'We're mighty proud to get this.'

I reckon I'll just turn it over to the musician in the family.

Cousin Jason, can you play Rosin the Beau?

That was the favorite ballad of my old granddaddy.

Is everybody ready?

* I've lived for the good of my nation *

* And my sons are all growing lo *

* But I'm hoping the next generation *

* Will be more like old Rosin the Beau *

Join the chorus.

* Be more like old Rosin the Beau my boys *

* Be more like old Rosin the Beau *

* I'm hoping the next generation *

* Will be more like old Rosin the Beau *

* Oh, when I was youthful and handsome *

* The girls, they all called me their beau *

* But now that I'm old and I'm ugly *

* They call me old Rosin the Beau *

* They call me old Rosin the Beau *

* The girls, they call me old Rosin the Beau *

* But now that I'm old and I'm ugly *

* They call me old Rosin the Beau *

* When I'm dead and laid out on the counter *

* And the people all come for the show *

* Pour sassafras tea and corn whiskey *

* All over old Rosin the Beau *

* All over old Rosin the Beau whiskey *

* All over old Rosin the Beau *

* Pour sassafras tea and corn whiskey *

* All over old Rosin the Beau *

[all cheering]

[fast fiddle music]

(narrator) Cousin Zadok had the picnic that had been pledged

to him 21 years before.

And having found our family

suitable custodians for the fiddle

he left it with us when he departed on Monday morning.

My father wanted to give him a ride back to Big Spruce Knob

but he set out on foot.

He said "It's such a pretty day, I think I'll walk."

- 'Daddy.' - 'Yes, Elizabeth?'

'You reckon Cousin Zadok's home by now?'

'I don't expect it matters, honey.'

'He just seems to enjoy traipsing around.'

(Elizabeth) 'Caucusing.'

(John) 'And callyhooting.'

(Elizabeth) 'It's almost as good as having Grandpa back, wasn't it?'

(John) 'Almost.'

- 'Good night, Daddy.' - 'Good night, honey.'

(John) 'Good night, everybody.'

[theme music]