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Life on Walton's Mountain never seemed more stable...

than when I was 18 and in college.

It was comforting to know that the family was always there...

knowing exactly what they were doing...

and accepting it as the right and necessary way to live.

Each of us has a secret life

private dreams and aspirations..

and fantasies that we are hesitant to share with others.

I had always associated my mother with our home...

and thought the boundaries of her life

were within the walls of that house.

Then, one day, I happened to stumble across...

my mother's private dream.

John-Boy! What do you mean, creeping up on me like that?

-You scared me to death. -I'm sorry.

-Just wanted to surprise you. -You certainly did that.

-What's that? -Give it to me.

-Can I see it? -No, give it to me.

-This is good! -It is not, now give....

-When did you take up painting? -I didn't.

It's just relaxing, that's all.

-Have you done any others? -Two or three.

-Of what? -The house...

Elizabeth asleep under the oak tree, and this one. That's all.

-Can I see them? -No, I threw them away.

You threw them away! Why?

Because it's just foolish doodling. Now, let's get home.

Alright. I've got the car here.

Art lessons? What would I do with art lessons?

Learn. Develop your talent.

I don't have any talent.

Are you telling me I don't know talent when I see it?

Well, supposing I did, and I don't...

where would I take the lessons?

In Charlottesville, at the high school,

they have night classes for adults.

-We can't afford that. -Night classes are free.

All you do is supply the materials.

Oh-ho.

Anyway, I don't have the time.

One evening a week for a few hours.

Well, I just can't go off and leave everybody.

Mama, the children are old enough to put themselves to bed.

Even Elizabeth.

Well, how would I get there?

Well, you could drive my car! I'll teach you how to drive.

Why not?

Nobody'll have to worry about getting whooping cough again.

-I'll believe when I see it. -You'll see it in a year or two.

-What's an injection? -A needle stuck in your arm.

Like a shot. I'd rather have the whooping cough.

Oh, well, we've had tonight's disease.

I wonder what tomorrow night's disease is gonna be?

Now, you boys stop teasing your sister.

She's telling you things important to her.

We know that, Daddy. She's better than

'Information, Please!' on the radio.

You'll sing a different tune...

when an epidemic sweeps over Walton's Mountain...

and they have to call me from wherever I'm servin' mankind

to give you all injections to save your lives.

John-Boy's gonna teach me to drive.

Good Lord.

But you already know how to drive a bicycle.

Good for you, Livie.

You can take off when this family gets too much for you!

It's not funny, old man.

Why do you have to learn to drive?

There's no place that one of the men can't take you.

-I'm gonna go to night school. -In Charlottesville.

That's why I need to learn to drive.

Night school! But you've had plenty of schooling.

John, you haven't said anything.

What're you planning on studying, Liv?

Painting.

I remember, you used to like to paint pictures.

Haven't done that for a long time.

I'll bet you'll be a famous artist.

I doubt that, Jim-Bob.

Why do you have to take lessons to learn how to paint?

There's a lot of things about painting I don't know

and I'd enjoy learning them.

And once you've learned them, what good'll they do you?

She can paint a picture of me and I'll be immortalized.

Wouldn't you like to pose with me, old girl?

Oh, you old fool, stop it.

-Mama, paint a picture of me? -If I get good enough, I will.

What would you paint?

I'd paint you in your aviator's cap...

standing outside, watching an airplane go over.

Mama, are you gonna have to live in Charlottesville?

No, honey, I'll be gone for a few hours, one night a week.

And then I won't leave till after supper.

If you go to school, Mama...

why not take a course that could make money?

You could take lessons in sewing or gardening.

Now that might make some sense.

Livie knows all she needs to know about those things.

Remember the time I went on that fishing trip...

because I was feeling the need of a change?

Maybe that's the way Livie feels about these lessons.

That's exactly how I feel.

I just don't know what's gotten into people these days.

Traipsing off to take up painting lessons...

and talking about being a traveling nurse or something.

Well, as far as I'm concerned...

I want things to be kept exactly the way they have been.

Grandma, I've heard you complain before

about doing the same thing day after day.

Setting the table, doing the chores.

It's no different for me. I do need a change.

I need to do something for myself.

It doesn't mean I care any the less for all of you...

it just means that I want more.

I want to be a more interesting person, for myself.

I think it'll be good for all of you, too.

-John-Boy? -Hmm.

-What does this mean? -What?

"When two cars come to an intersection

"the car to the right has the right of way."

To the right of what?

To the right of you. To your right.

If the car is on your right, he goes first.

If the car is on your left, you go first.

Squeeze it, Erin, and keep your eye on the needle.

'Cause if he's on my left, then I'm on his right.

That's right.

That's only if you reach the intersection at the same time.

If you reach the intersection last, he goes first.

If he reaches the intersection last, you go first.

-How do I look? -Very nice.

-What are you so gussied up for? -I'm going walking with Don.

Don Millman! He thinks he's so great!

He is. Someday he's going to be a doctor.

And you're going to be a nurse, that makes it very convenient.

-Evening, all. -Good evening, Doctor.

Come on in.

Don and I are going for our walk now.

Don't you two be late.

You should see what Mary Ellen was doing today.

She was sitting in front of the mirror saying:

"Dr. and Mrs. Don Millman, Mr. and Mrs. Don Millman."

And she kept saying it over and over again.

Well, don't you think it's disgusting?

John-Boy...

what does this mean?

What are you doing?

I'm going to be a painter like Mama.

How do you like it?

It's okay.

Want me to do one for you?

If you want to.

I don't see why Mama has to go to school to learn how to paint.

It's simple. You just gotta sit down and paint.

Okay, Mama, let's go.

Come on!

Thank you.

Well?

I can't even find art classes on this.

You can't? Here they are. Art classes, right there.

-There are four of them. -Yeah.

Why not start with the simplest? This looks perfect to me:

"Beginners water color classes

"Tuesday nights, from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m."

That's it.

John-Boy, this is so exciting!

Yeah, we're gonna have to concentrate on driving lessons.

It's gonna be nothing but a dream

if you can't get yourself back and forth.

Okay, Mama. Now, make sure it's in neutral.

Now it's in neutral.

Alright, turn your key. Okay.

Push down on the clutch.

Push down on the starter button.

Elizabeth! Come here!

Elizabeth, you stay still.

Now, push down on the accelerator.

Not too much! Not too much!

Ease her into first gear.

Now, down on the accelerator and ease it up on the clutch.

Ease up off the clutch. Take your foot off the clutch easy.

Ease it up, ease it up.

No! No! No! No! No!

Put your brake on! No! Watch out! No, no, no.

Step on the brake!

Put the brake on!

Keep out of the garden!

I'm not gonna lie anymore.

Mama, no! Brake! Brake it, don't....

-Oh, John-Boy! -Take it easy! Hold on.

Watch out for the trees.

Grandma, we gotta get her out of there!

Steer for the tree!

Oh! John-Boy!

Well, just put the brakes on!

Get back, get back, everybody!

Turn that thing off, John-Boy. You're not teaching her right.

What do you mean I'm not teaching her right, Daddy?

-It's not the same. -Don't tell me what's different.

I've been driving longer than you've been alive.

I know as much about cars as anyone.

I drove the first one back in 1900.

New cars are different from those old ones.

I may have forgotten what I knew...

Coordination is the main thing!

I know coordination is the main thing, I was just.... I'm sorry!

Any sign of them yet, Son?

No, sir.

Think anything happened to them?

Of course not, Elizabeth.

They probably just had a long line at the license office.

Esther, come on out and see the fun.

-I have chores to do. -Here they come!

-Jason, who's driving? -I can't tell.

-It's Mama! Mama's driving! -Then get out of the way!

-Good job, hon. You learned it. -How about that?

We got a lady with a license.

-Now can I learn how to drive? -No, not tonight, Mary Ellen.

Tonight Mama's going into town for her first class.

-Bye, Mama. -Bye.

Have a good time.

-Bye. -Drive careful.

Now, you drive carefully, you hear?

Bring home your pictures!

Hey!

-That's the wrong way. That way. -Wrong way.

-Have fun. -Bye-bye.

Bye!

Hello, I'm Joshua Williams. And you're....

I'm Olivia Walton.

Olivia.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

I want to introduce you to your new classmate...

-Olivia Walton. -How do you do?

Olivia, meet the rest of tomorrow's greatest painters!

Why don't we put you back there?

Put your art book right here.

Let's put this on, so you won't get your sweater dirty.

Thank you.

Paint, brushes, board...

charcoal.

We're working on apples.

Have a seat, Olivia.

-Is everything alright? -Yes, thank you, Mr. Williams.

Does it bother you that I called you Olivia?

Oh, no.

Well, yes, I suppose it does. I guess I....

I guess I thought school would be more formal.

Alright, Mrs. Walton.

That's too formal.

It's only paper.

It's so empty.

It will be until you fill it.

After you've made that first mark, you'll be much less scared

than you think you are right now.

I've never drawn apples before.

What have you drawn?

Well, I tried to paint a mountain once.

-Was it a real mountain? -Oh, yes, Walton's Mountain...

named after my husband's family when they first settled there.

It's....

It's very pretty.

Why do you want to paint it?

Because it's so strong...

and comforting.

It seems to be saying, "Don't worry. I'll always be here...

"standing...

"and watching over you."

Think I'll try those apples now.

He understands what I mean almost before I say it.

It's the strangest thing, John.

It's almost as if he has a special way of knowing.

Guess that's what makes him a good teacher.

The students sure like him a lot. Especially the women.

He has a way with them.

Them?

How about you?

Oh, John, he's just a baby!

What'd you paint?

I'm not good enough to paint, yet. I'm still sketching.

-I drew a bowl of apples. -I'd like to see that.

Well, maybe, when they're round like apples

instead of flat like pennies, I'll show it to you.

Mary Ellen...

I don't know how many more nights...

I'm gonna be able to stay up waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Daddy, the time just flew by.

Mary Ellen, Don is a nice boy...

but 9:00 is your bedtime on weekdays.

We're working people, honey, and school's your work.

You're not going to be able to do it if you don't get sleep.

At my age, I don't need much sleep.

At my age, I do.

What do you and Don find to talk about for so long, anyway?

Sutures.

Sutures!

A lot of improvement. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Joshua. -Goodnight, Janice.

Florence.

Olivia.

I wanted to show you something.

They're round! Olivia, the apples are round!

Now you're ready to start painting.

I know. I never thought I'd get it right.

They're very good, too.

Though you still could use a little work

right here, a little more shading.

Oh, sensitive. The mark of the true artist.

Now, why don't you tell me why you really stayed back?

I wanted to show you my mountain picture.

I've been working on it at home, and I....

Oh.

I see what you mean.

About the mountain being strong. It's very good, Olivia.

Thank you.

-Could be a lot better, though. -Oh, of course it could be.

But it shows spirit

and you can see the care that's gone into the work.

Qualities I see in you, I see in it.

I worked really hard on it.

You know, you should paint a lot more, Olivia.

You have a lot of things to say and you have the skill.

You could express them beautifully if you work on it.

I don't have the kind of time it would take.

If you enjoy it, then you must make the time.

There's too much housework.

Housework is for ordinary people.

You don't understand.

My time isn't my own. I have a family.

Then you must get away from them to a quiet place...

where you can work.

You really don't understand.

When I say a family, I mean it. I've got seven children.

Housework may be ordinary but then, so is my life.

Olivia...

do you ever think about a different kind of life?

One where you could do just what you wanted to do?

You could paint whenever you wanted to...

you could eat at any hour you chose...

or if you wanted to walk in the rain or the sunlight...

all you'd have to do is walk out the door...

and start walking.

Do you ever think about a life...

where you could do what you wanted to do...

when you wanted to do it?

Yes, sometimes.

Is that the kind of life you have?

It's the way I'd want it to be.

Sounds lovely.

But I've chosen a different kind of life.

But you do think about it?

Yes...

sometimes.

Come on. Let's go have a cup of coffee.

Thank you, but I have to get home.

Try doing just what you feel like doing.

For half an hour, anyway.

Alright.

I don't know. The only problem is...

I get a little icky at the sight of blood.

If you're gonna be a doctor, Don you gotta overcome that.

Like, take me. I've been around blood all my life.

You know, with the chickens--

Mary Ellen. It's time to come in.

-In a minute, Grandma. -Mary Ellen, it's late.

I'll be right in.

She's so old-fashioned.

I don't know about that. I think your grandma's right.

Women need looking after.

Well, Don, if I'm gonna be a doctor--

You mean nurse.

I've changed my mind.

Mary Ellen, why are you trying to compete with me?

-Mary Ellen. -Just a minute, Grandma!

Listen, Don, let me tell you something.

I'm not the least bit interested in competing with you.

I can be as good a doctor as you, if not better.

As far as I'm concerned, you can just go jump in a lake.

Grandma, why do you keep yelling at me?

Don and I are trying to have a serious conversation.

-It's late and I need my sleep. -Well, why don't you go to bed?

Because it's not proper for you to be out there...

with a young man without a grown person

waiting up until he's left.

I don't know who's more old-fashioned. You or Don.

I'm an adult capable of making my own decisions.

Well, not to me you're not.

In just a few years I'm gonna be a doctor.

-A what? -A doctor.

Whatever are you talking about, Mary Ellen?

I've decided that the real medical world is doctoring,

not nursing.

There's no such thing as a lady doctor.

-There is, too. -Name one.

Dr. Marie Curie, Dr. Clara Swain...

Dr. Alice Hamilton, Dr. Emily Dunning Barringer...

Hopefully, by the time you're grown up...

that sort of thing will have stopped happening.

Now, will you please go to bed?

And Dr. Mary Ellen Walton. M.E. Walton, M.D.

Paul Gauguin.

He had an ordinary life.

Wife, children, a good job...

but he wanted to paint.

So he just got up one day and left everything behind.

-Where'd he go? -Tahiti.

Tahiti?

My goodness.

Only a man could do that.

You're wrong, Olivia.

There was a woman called Mary Cassatt.

She left home in Philadelphia and went to Paris to paint...

and live.

Paris.

You know...

there's a little square there

in the shadow of the Sacre Coeur...

all the painters of Paris gather there

and paint that lovely cathedral...

and all the small alleys...

and cafes and streets leading up Montmartre.

My husband was there during the armistice.

One day I'll live there.

What would you say if I said

"Olivia, come with me. We'll go to Paris.

"I'll paint in a garret and you can be my inspiration."

I'd say, "Who's gonna feed the children...

"and see that they get off to school on time?"

Olivia, there you go...

being ordinary again.

I told you...

I am ordinary.

Paris, France.

Children, I want you to have your breakfast before I leave.

If just once when I ask them to hurry, they would.

Good Lord, Olivia. It's only 7:30.

I told them I had to leave early.

-Have a good time, Liv. -I wish you were going with me.

I'm not much for museums.

Besides, I got a job to get done over in Scottsville.

-Anything I can do for you? -No, thanks, Pop.

You could get to that firewood out back.

Take care.

I sure would like to go somewhere, even Scottsville.

It's been a long time since I have been anywhere.

You're not going anywhere, at least not today.

Can't have everyone gallivanting all over the country.

Mr. Williams has taken a lot of trouble...

to arrange this museum trip

and nothing in the world would stop me from going.

Well, it's just plain foolishness, far as I can see.

Imagine going all the way to Richmond and all the way back...

just to look at a couple of pictures.

Daddy? Can you drop me at school?

Hurry it up, Son. I gotta be in Scottsville at 8:30.

-Sit down and have breakfast. -I can't, Grandma.

-You'll ruin your digestion. -I can't, Grandma.

Daddy's dropping me, he'll be late.

-I'm using John-Boy's car. -That's okay, Mama.

Well, it'll have to be, this one time, anyway.

-Don't be late. -I'll be home after supper.

I hope it won't be too late. That is if I get out of here.

Have a good time. And drive careful.

Your car's in good hands.

-Pigs. -Watch your language.

Mama...

What's the name of that painter you were telling us about?

-Paul Gauguin. -He was a Frenchman.

He ran away from his wife to paint natives without much on...

on an island off somewheres.

-Tahiti. -Some heathen place.

I told you no good could come from this painting business.

You're wrong, Esther. He was great.

Famous, in more ways than one.

Yeah, well, I'd like to hear his wife's side of that story.

What kind of pictures does he paint, Mama?

I'll tell you when I get back. Now hurry up and eat.

I reached first.

-But I want it. -But I got it.

There's plenty for everybody.

Mary Ellen, will you get the toast? It's in the oven.

Why do I have to? What am I, some kind of slave around here?

What is the matter with you?

Well, what do you care? You don't have any time.

You have to go off to that dumb museum.

See? A woman's place is in the home.

Grandma, I am only going to Richmond for the day.

The way you're all acting around here

you'd think I was going to Tahiti forever.

-Mary, what's bothering you? -It isn't important.

You are making me very angry. Now, you know I have to leave...

and you're deliberately not telling me what's on your mind.

-What's the matter? -It isn't important.

If it's bothering you, it is important.

Do you think it's alright for women to be doctors?

-Did you and Don Millman fight? -He had the nerve to tell me...

that it was weird for me to want to be a doctor.

I thought medicine was what you two had in common.

-It is. Or was. -What happened?

He told me he didn't want a woman competitor.

He thought of me as an assistant.

And I told him to go jump in a lake.

What's worrying you? His not wanting the competition

or you telling him to go jump in the lake?

Both.

Why don't you tell him that you didn't mean to be rude?

Do you think it's strange for a lady to be a doctor?

No. They do most of the doctoring in the world as it is.

It's high time they got a college degree and got paid.

You better hurry, Mama. You're gonna be late.

-I'll see the kids off. -Thank you, Mary Ellen.

There they are, waiting on us.

Well!

Looks like we won't be a stag party after all.

We're so sorry to be late.

But we stopped by for Mrs. Colton.

She was afraid her legs would swell up

walking all day in the museum.

Are we the only ones going?

All the other men but me is working.

I don't think we should wait any longer, Mr. Williams.

Now, I'm sure that Mrs. Walton is planning on coming.

There she is.

-I'm sorry I'm late. -I'm just glad you made it.

-Hello. -Alright. Here we go.

-Janice? -Me first.

Mr. Evanston, I'll put you in back

between these two lovely ladies...

-if you don't mind. -Mind? No, sir.

I haven't had a date like this for almost 30 years.

You've got a pretty nice date yourself, Mr. Williams.

I couldn't agree with you more, Mrs. Hallet.

-Everybody ready? -Sure, we are.

Hold on to your hats.

Now, I want you all to look at each painting very carefully...

so we can discuss it when we get back to class.

I just can't believe I'm really here.

How do you do?

Isn't that amazing? Look at that.

The painter caught the exact look of an older person...

who really loves life.

It's in the eyes.

John's father looks like that when he smiles.

Oh!

This one's by someone named Winslow Homer, 1872.

Look at the color of that skin.

How does he make it look so real?

I don't think I like this one very much.

But those colors.

You can almost feel how cold that water is.

See the highlighting?

Now, that's how my bowl of fruit should have looked.

Olivia, that's a bunch of onions. You're doing apples.

Don't make fun of me. It's the same thing.

It's what you were talking about.

The lines disappearing behind the object.

I give up.

Look. Look at that.

Sweet.

Look at that little boy pulling up his drawers.

I sure couldn't do that.

Olivia?

Excuse me.

Oh, Joshua, it's beautiful.

I knew you'd like it.

It's just wonderful.

Look at that shadow around her mouth and that tiny smile.

The way he's standing there looking at her...

they could be right here in this room now.

And his eyes...

he's looking at her with his eyes so filled with love.

Oh, Joshua, what a wonderful day.

Yes...

it is.

Right. Come on.

John? How about my beating you at a game of checkers?

Tonight you probably could, Pa.

Then let's go at it.

For once they're where they're supposed to be.

Red or black?

Black.

-John-Boy, what are you doing? -Reading, same as you.

That's not what I'm doing.

It looks like what you're doing.

This story's too hard.

What story is that?

The one about the mermaid who wants legs.

-The one Mama's reading you? -Yeah.

Could you finish it?

No, honey. I....

Mama will be back and I'm sure she wants to know...

how it ends herself, so wait till she gets home.

-She'll read it to you. -Yeah, but Mama's not here.

Elizabeth, she said she'd be home after dinner.

We already ate.

Okay, I'll finish it for you.

Then when Mommy gets home, I can tell her how it ends.

Okay.

-John-Boy. -Yes, sir.

You taught your mama to drive

did you teach her how to change tires?

Oh-oh.

I was planning on it.

Planning is not doing, Son.

Sorry.

-Did Mama have a flat tire? -I hope not, honey.

-Well, where were you up to? -About here.

-Right here. You sure? -Yeah.

Okay.

"And so the little mermaid thought and thought.

"'If only I had feet,' she said...

"'then I could go and look for the fisherman myself.'

"The little mermaid floated along thinking about where"....

Pa, maybe Livie's had trouble with the car.

Maybe I ought to drive into Charlottesville.

You know Livie well enough...

if she was in any real trouble she'd ask for help.

"She closed her eyes..."

Your move.

"...and very soon she was fast asleep."

Help keep your mind off the time.

I'll get these doors.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Look out. Thank you. Oh, yes, thank you.

-Next trip, New York. Right? -Yes.

Maybe, Mr. Evanston, maybe.

May I escort you ladies home?

-That'll be our pleasure. -Delighted, Mr. Evanston.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Olivia, thank you so much.

My family's gonna be worried sick.

Why don't you leave your car here? I'll drive you home.

That'd be lovely, but John will need the car in the morning.

Olivia, it was a wonderful day.

I think it was probably the most exciting day of my life.

I've made my decision. I am going to be a doctor.

Don can either like it or jump in a lake.

That's good.

You'll feel different when you find yourself all alone...

at the end of the day reading a lot of books about diseases.

Grandma, if women went along with that...

they'd be folding clothes for the rest of their lives.

I'll finish this up, Mama. You better hurry

if you're gonna go to your class.

I'm not going tonight.

Alright, take that. Go upstairs and put them away.

Come on.

Liv, why aren't you going to class tonight?

I don't wanna talk about it right now.

Alright.

Joshua Williams is more interested in me

than he should be.

I thought you said he was just a kid.

He's 10 years younger than I am.

Hmm-mm.

It's just that he seems so attracted to me.

You're a beautiful woman.

You've dealt with men who looked at you or were attracted to you.

Well, not quite this way.

If it's bothering you, Liv, maybe we ought to

bring it out in the open.

That day we went to Richmond, to the museum?

We had such fun together and....

Well, I was vaguely aware that he was attracted to me...

but I didn't think it would go any further than that.

Did it?

He kissed me.

-He what? -Well, it wasn't planned.

We really were having such a good time...

looking at the pictures and everything...

and then we drove back to Charlottesville

and he walked me to the car and...

it happened.

I think he was more surprised than I was.

What did you do?

I got in the car and came home. What're you thinking?

I'm thinking I'm glad I wasn't there.

I don't like you being bothered like that.

I'm not going back to the class, so there's no need worrying.

I don't know why not.

You were enjoying yourself, having fun.

Just have a talk with this fellow.

Tell him how you feel, then you can go back.

He's so young. Really.

If I don't go back to the class, he'll get the point.

Liv, it's not like you to back off before something's settled.

I know.

Then go back and get it straightened out.

I don't want to make more of it than there was...

and he's a nice man and I like him.

Maybe that's what's bothering you, that you like him.

-Don't be silly, John. -I'm not being silly.

Why shouldn't you like him?

He's interested in what you're interested in.

He's attracted to you.

I have to admit, it is kind of flattering.

As long as you're aware of it, it can't be hurtful.

I think you ought to go back there and straighten it out.

I'll have to think about it.

Alright, Liv, have it your way.

Just a little more down here to emphasize the height.

Oh, thank you.

Anybody home?

Olivia.

-What are you doing here? -I wanted to talk to you.

I want to talk to you, too. Come on in.

Sit down.

Oh, that's my knitting, I always put it there.

I can't tell you how many times I've sat on it myself. Sorry.

Socks. I'm knitting them for the children.

-Would you like some lemonade? -Yes, thank you.

Wonderful kitchen.

I don't think I've ever been in one quite like it before.

Oh, these plants. I always forget to water them.

I guess it's because they're so near the tap.

-How long have you lived here? -Twenty years.

John brought me here when we were first married.

I met him when I was 16 years old.

Ever since that first day when I saw him...

I wanted to come to this place and live here with him.

I know you think I've never had any real chance...

to decide what kind of life I want.

Or maybe you think that my life is boring, but it isn't.

-Olivia.... -Please, let me finish.

This house, that knitting that you almost sat on...

those plants that I'm always forgetting to water...

even that glass of lemonade...

all those things are a part of what I am.

I can understand someone thinking that maybe

I might want to leave here.

I sometimes wonder what other kind of life I might have had.

But that's not important.

What is important is that I'm here because I want to be.

I chose this life and I like it.

I'm very glad I came here.

Olivia, I think I owe you an apology.

You kept telling me all of that, I didn't want to believe it.

I'm sorry.

-I feel so...foolish. -Oh, please, don't.

I am and I always will be very flattered that you cared for me.

Olivia?

John, this is Joshua Williams.

Joshua, my husband.

-How do you do? -How do?

I was just leaving.

Mr. Walton...

I'd like Mrs. Walton to consider coming back to my class.

She's beginning to draw very well.

Would you mind if she did that?

I don't see why she shouldn't.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

I look forward to seeing you in class.

Tuesday.

-I'm glad you came by, Joshua. -So am I.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

I heard some of what you said, Liv.

-Did I do good? -Did just fine.

Hey, he's cute. Who is he?

Joshua Williams. My painting teacher.

Did he come to drag you back to class by brute force?

Something like that.

Hey, there's Don. Mama, what am I gonna do?

Why don't you wait here and see what he has to say?

-Hi, Mary Ellen. -Hi, Don.

Listen, I would have given you a call but you don't have a phone.

How are you going to be a doctor without a telephone?

-I.... You wanna walk? -Yeah.

The mountain colored our lives when we lived in its shadow...

and even after, when the course of our lives led us far away.

Wherever I may be... with the coming of night

also comes the whisper of those long-ago voices.

-What's going on in, you girls? -Nothing, Mama.

-Somebody's whistling. -Mama, it's just Don.

He promised he'd whistle goodnight to me from the road.

I thought he was a doctor, not a mockingbird.

-Mama, make Ben shut up. -Be quiet, Ben.

-Can I please whistle back? -Go ahead, Mary Ellen.

Otherwise, he'll be out there all night.