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In 1935, life on Walton's
Mountain began to change.

Our activities took us
more and more away from home

and it was only knowing

most of us would all be
there again at night

that helped us keep
the family ties

that had always been
our strength.

To help pay back the money
we had borrowed from the bank,

my father had taken
a job in Norfolk.

And when possible,
he returned home on weekends.

My mother,

under the additional pressures
of being a substitute teacher,

found her life changed.

These changes took some getting
used to for all of us.

Jim-Bob,
you can't take all that.

Mama, I'll help Jim-Bob.
You get ready to go to work.

-Thank you, John-Boy.
-Here, Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob, are you gonna
eat all of this?

I'm a growing boy.

Elizabeth, you're last again.

-Well, I'm the littlest.
-And the slowest.

Ben! Ben!

I wish you'd come home
right after school

to help me get that Carson
order out come Saturday.

I heard you, Grandpa.

Hey, Jim-Bob, here you go.

Got a lot of food there,
don't waste it.

You better share it
with somebody.

-I'll do this.
-Alright.

John-Boy, you remind me

to turn the collar of your
good shirt before Thursday.

Grandma, don't worry.
I'm not even going to the dance.

And why not?

With Daddy away, there's
too much work around here.

Besides, the girl he was gonna
take is going with someone else.

Mary Ellen, I declare,
you probably operate a spy ring.

-I'm Mata Hari and I know all.
-I believe it.

Livie,

I hate to see you fretting so
over your substitute teaching.

Must've known
that school board

would come calling on
your room sooner or later.

I didn't know they'd send
the assistant superintendent.

Haven't you been doing the work
the way it should be done?

Yes, I have.

Then that Mr. Gordon

won't have anything
whatever to complain about.

They wanted you at that school,
didn't they?

Livie, they asked you
to substitute for Rosemary,

now you remember that.

I stopped at Ike's
and there was a letter!

-From your daddy?
-No, it's for John-Boy.

Corabeth says
it's from Richmond!

Well, if it's for me,
I guess I'd better have it.

Oh, it smells divine, John-Boy.

Erin, may I have
the letter, please?

Corabeth also says
the S.W.A.K

on the back means
"sealed with a kiss"!

Did Corabeth say
what it says on the inside?

Course not. A postmaster's wife
can only read what's outside.

Jim-Bob! Elizabeth!

Anybody that's going to school,
I'm leaving now!

-Have a good day.
-Bye, Grandpa.

Bye-bye, Grandma.
See you later, John-Boy.

John-Boy.

S.W.A.K.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Must be something
in that letter.

Yes, it would appear so.

John-Boy?

Something in that letter
upsetting you?

What's so dumb is that it upsets
me at all. It's so unimportant.

Here. It's from Marcia Woolery.

I didn't know you were still
mooning over that little girl.

I'm not mooning over her!

The thing is, I'm just afraid
she's still mooning over me.

Whoopee! She's coming home.

She wants me to pick her up
at the bus depot.

That's what I can't figure out,
why'd she ask me?

Well, you were kind of special
good friends, weren't you?

I always thought so, but she was
always so fickle all the time.

Pie-eyed filly for sure!

I wonder if she realizes
it's been a year.

I've got a whole
new circle of friends,

I'm moving in a different
direction.

If she thinks she can come
and knock me off...

John-Boy, she's not
proposing marriage to you.

She just wants you
to be at the bus.

Well, I still don't like it.

I still think she should've
asked somebody else.

I've got enough trouble
with trigonometry.

I don't need Marcia Woolery.

-Mrs. Walton.
-Yes, Annie.

-May I get a drink of water?
-Don't take long.

Mrs. Walton...

Tom, would you hand out
those papers?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.

Hey! Don't do that.
You're gonna break it.

Sure has cramped
your style, Ben.

Since your mama's
been the teacher,

you've been scared
to try anything.

Well, there's nothing so special
about smoking cigarettes.

I just used to do it
when I was a kid.

Mama will probably make me
permanent monitor soon.

But doesn't want it to look like
she's favoring me right away.

I don't want any favors.
I've been thinking about

calling Mama "Mrs. Walton"
while we're in school.

Oh, Mary Ellen,
that's so sophisticated!

Sure, I think your mama
is a good teacher.

I just said I wouldn't want
my mama teaching at my school.

Oh, yeah? Well, wait till
report cards come out.

Children, we have a visitor.

Grace and John to your seat.

Stand here, Elizabeth.
You two, stop that.

-Good morning, Mr. Gordon.
-Mrs. Walton.

-How is everything going?
-Oh, just fine.

It is well past 8:00,
Mrs. Walton.

Children,
it's time to get started.

We have an important visitor.

Now get to your desks quickly.
Hurry up. Quickly, please.

We have an important visitor.

Mr. Gordon is assistant
superintendent of schools.

I'd like you all to say
good morning to him, please.

-Good morning, Mr. Gordon.
-Good morning, boys and girls.

I'm here today
to observe your work,

because we at the Jefferson
County Board of Education

like to keep up with...

Yes?

Corn's all harvested,
so I'm back.

What's your name?

-Samuel Miller.
-What?

His name's Simple Miller.

-Ira.
-It's Samuel Miller not Simple.

Samuel, there's an empty desk
in the back. Please sit down.

Mr. Gordon has something
he wants to say to us.

Now, as I was saying, I'm...
I'm here to observe your work.

Because we at the Jefferson
County Board of Education

like to keep up with...

We like to keep an eye on
what's happening in the schools.

Therefore it's my pleasure
to drop by on occasion

and observe classroom
activities.

Hi, John-Boy.

Marcia.

Would you please
get my suitcases for me?

Of course.

Don't tell me which car's yours.
I'll guess.

-Alright.
-That one.

-How'd you know that?
-It's just right.

It's all cute and shiny
like you are.

Why, thank you.

Very chivalrous of you.

Well...

Boy, a whole year
and three months.

I hardly feel as if
I've been away.

Do you feel as if
I've been away, John-Boy?

No, not really. Not now
that you're back.

Guess that's because we never
really did say goodbye properly.

What a marvelous hello.

I guess it prove
that we're not

two ships that
passed in the dark.

Well...

If it was up to me,

I'd say we nearly had
a couple of head-on collisions.

-Better watch the road.
-Yeah.

We'll drive over and you can
leave off your suitcases and

then we'll take a ride and

everyone can get
a good look at you.

Tomorrow I can
drive you into Westham

and show you the college and
introduce you to some people.

Maybe we can sort of pick up
where we didn't say goodbye.

-You mustn't do that, John-Boy.
-Why not?

What's that?

-I'm engaged.
-What?

I... Well... Why didn't
you tell me that before?

Just wanted to see
if you really did miss me.

Really?

Who's the fella?

His name is Frank Taylor.

You... You gonna live
on the Mountain?

Lord, no, John-Boy.

Frank couldn't live here.
He's a city man, born and bred.

I only came back
to sell my property.

Frank's gonna buy himself
a little business,

and he needs just a little
more cash to close the deal.

I see.

My goodness! I didn't know a
place could fall apart so fast.

After your daddy died,

there wasn't anybody
to take care of it.

Well, I'm not gonna do it now.

Leave that to the new owners.

I intend to spend
my time here having fun.

Thought you had
to get back to your job.

I quit that.

Children. Excuse me.

Samuel! Samuel, wait.

You've missed so much, you're
gonna need help catching up.

I thought we could work on your
reading during our lunch hours.

I can't read much, Mrs. Walton.
And I'll never learn.

So you'd just be
wasting good time.

-Samuel, wait!
-Mrs. Walton!

May I have a word with you?

Please sit down, Mrs. Walton.

Elizabeth, you'll have
to wait outside.

I want to talk
to your mother privately.

-Mama?
-You go on outside, honey.

I'll be out as soon as
I'm finished.

Go on. Just wait by the door.
I'll be right there.

You're doing a good job,
Mrs. Walton.

-Thank you, Mr. Gordon.
-I'm very favorably impressed.

Not that I agree with all
of your methods, but we'll see.

Now, there are
a couple of things.

The Miller boy, for instance.

-I never saw him before today.
-Well, the board has.

He's not very bright.

But the fact that
he's absent so often,

wouldn't that be
what's holding him?

Mrs. Meriwether feels
it would be wrong

to waste a teacher's
valuable time on him.

And she is the
superintendent of schools.

And now, about Elizabeth...

You really can't have
one of your own children

hanging onto your coattails

every minute when
teaching school.

Now, she should sit
in her regular place.

Mr. Gordon, Elizabeth
is the baby in my family.

And she's not used to sharing me
with so many other children.

So I'm just gonna
keep her close by me

until she's ready to let go.

Are you sure that that's
the best place for it, John-Boy?

Marcia, I'm not gonna
move this one more time.

Poor John-Boy,
I made you work so hard.

You deserve a reward.
Want a bite?

No, thank you.

Listen, Marcia, this is my
one day off from classes.

I really oughta be home
helping Grandpa at the sawmill.

Thought you'll drive me
into Westham

to put that ad in the paper.

I'll drive you in tomorrow
on the way to school.

Well, I really should get it
in today. Frank said to.

Why don't you get
Frank to drive you?

Maybe he should have hammered
the sign in for you, too.

John-Boy, now you're mad at me.

Come on. Let's make up.

What do you want
out of me, Marcia?

Just to be your friend like you
said we should be at graduation.

Well, I feel like
I'm your friend,

but I feel like things
have changed between us.

Don't you like me
anymore, John-Boy?

Marcia.

John-Boy Walton!
I am engaged!

We'd better get to Westham so
I can put the ad in the paper.

-You alright, John-Boy?
-I don't know.

I really don't know.

Samuel, what are you
interested in?

-Sports? Movie pictures?
-I don't know.

Horses?

Funnies?

Mama, Mr. Gordon.

Good morning, Mr. Gordon.

Are you starting late again,
Mrs. Walton?

No, we started right on time
this morning.

What is all this chaos?

This is our
current events lesson.

Why don't you have a seat? We're
about to start our reports.

Children, come on.
Clean up the scraps now.

Get back to your desks.

Make sure you keep your scissors
pointed to the floor.

"Mr. Costello offered to pay
for the food his monkey consumed

"while it was in
Mrs. Schneider's kitchen,

"and for cleaning the sofa
in the living room.

"Mrs. Schneider said that she
still liked organ grinders,

"but that she hoped
they keep their monkeys

"on leashes from now on."

Thank you, Annie.
That was very good.

Alright. Now...

Alright, Jim-Bob.

My current event is
on an airplane ride.

"Richard Merrill,
a veteran airline pilot,

"and his co-pilot Harry Richman

"were speeding over the
North Atlantic this morning

"with a helping hand of

"40-miles-per-hour
winds behind them.

"Flying high and fast according

"to brief radio flashes
from the plane,

"they were making
about 200 miles per hour

"and should land on the ground
at Henderson Field near London

"after 24 hours
after their take-off

"from Floyd Bennett Field."

Thank you, Jim-Bob.

Samuel, did you have a report?

Yes, ma'am.

Stand up then.

My report is about the World
Peace Conference in Brussels.

That's in Belgium.

Six thousand delegates
from 32 countries

are meeting there to have
a meeting about stopping war.

There were some delegates
from Germany,

but they left before
the meeting started.

Samuel, did you read that
in the newspaper?

No, ma'am, I heard it
last night on the radio.

Is that okay?

Wasn't it supposed to come
from the newspaper?

I don't think that's
important, Mr. Gordon.

This is a current events lesson,
not a reading lesson.

Samuel, that was very,
very good.

I'm just gonna give you an "A"
for that report.

He seems like a frog there.

-Jim-Bob, are you alright?
-Yeah.

-Jim-Bob...
-Yes, ma'am.

I beg your pardon?

Yes, ma'am.

Better.

What about you, John-Boy?
You don't look so good, either.

-John-Boy?
-Grandma?

I was afraid trigonometry
and calculus

in one year would be
too much to handle.

That's not what's
bothering him, Mama.

It's Marcia Woolery's fiance
coming to Walton's Mountain.

Well, why should that bother me?

-When's this gonna happen?
-Tonight.

Why should that
get you all riled up?

It doesn't matter, Esther, which
one of them does the jilting.

A man always feels a fool
when the new beau comes along.

Grandpa, I didn't jilt Marcia
Woolery and she didn't jilt me.

It's just that...

When we were
in high school together

we were attracted to each other,

and now that she's back,
I feel...

Attracted.

Mary Ellen, you're indiscreet.

Excuse me.

You don't have to see Marcia's
sweetheart if you don't want to.

They're coming here,
Mother, tonight.

-Good Lord.
-Thank you for asking me first.

-Jim-Bob, something is wrong.
-I'm okay, Mama.

You can't fool me, young man.

I've been your mother too long.
Sit down at the table.

Now talk.

Jim-Bob?

I gave a good report
and you didn't hear it.

When Simple Miller
opens his mouth

for the first time
in his life he gets an A.

Thought having my mother for a
teacher would make school easier

all it's done is make it worse.

And I thought I'd be monitor
more often, not less often.

I thought it'd be fun
pretending you weren't my mother

but I didn't expect you to
pretend I wasn't your daughter.

Well, why didn't
somebody say something?

Mama, that's because you were
too busy with Simple Miller.

His name is not Simple!
It is Samuel! Samuel Miller.

And I do not want to hear
that other name again!

Now, now.

You young'uns,
stop your grumbling.

Give her a chance. She's just
getting started out at school.

She needs your help.

Livie, don't you have some
papers to correct or something?

Thank you, Grandma.

-I'd better study, too.
-Me, too.

I'd rather work than study.

I'll help you with the dishes,
old woman.

I do my thinking in school.

Whatever just pops into my head.

Here I am, old girl.
You wash and I'll wipe.

It's like when our own
were young.

We've gone full circle, Zeb.

Old darling, I've loved
every curve in that circle.

-Elizabeth is here.
-Thanks to us and our circle.

What circle, Grandpa?

Over there.

Board of education thinks
it's a waste of time

trying to educate him.

That boy is not stupid. I can't
let him fall by the wayside.

Of course not, but you can't
ignore your own either.

I'll watch myself, Grandma.

But each child needs
something different,

and some children need
a whole lot more than others.

That's what teaching's
all about.

Well, John did agree
to my taking the job.

I guess he didn't know exactly

how much it was gonna
ask of you, now, did he?

Mrs. Walton
and Mrs. Olivia Walton,

this is my fiance Frank Taylor.

-Hi, ladies.
-How do you do.

And this is John-Boy,
my high school beau.

-How do you do, John-Boy.
-It's John.

What did you
change your name for?

I never changed it.
It's always been John.

I don't know if I'll ever
get used to that.

I got it.

It's a good corner.
Two major streets.

He's let it go a little
since he's been sick,

but I can build it
back up again.

If I put on a mechanic, too,

I could do better
than he ever did.

We can pump 800 gallons a day.

A week, Marcia, honey.

That's 800 gallons a week.

I keep telling her,
but it just doesn't stick.

You're adorable, honey, but stay
out of the business talk.

Excuse me.

You had any answers
on your ad yet, Marcia?

Just one, but he
wasn't interested.

I don't know how this girl
managed before I came along.

She didn't even ask the man to
come out and look at the place.

But, Frank, when I told him
where it was,

he said he wanted to stay
closer to Charlottesville.

See what I mean?

You didn't need to tell him
where it is.

You should've said,
"Not far at all,"

and then once you've got him
on his way, start selling.

She wants to help me
in the filling station,

but I don't think I'm gonna
let her near the place.

As I recall, Marcia was
always pretty good at math.

She could probably help you out
with the bookkeeping.

I don't believe in women
dealing with accounts.

That takes a man's head.

Why don't you tell Mrs. Walton
about the letter, Frank?

Right.

Marcia's told you she wants
to sell her parents' property?

Yes.

The problem is that
her father's will

says she can't sell
until she's 21.

-Then she has to hold on to it.
-Not necessarily.

My lawyer in Richmond tells me

that if I can find an adult who
knows Marcia or knew her parents

to sign a letter saying

she's capable of making
such a decision,

then the court will
allow her to sell.

And you want me
to sign that letter?

Well, I'd thought of Mr. Walton,

but with him away, you can see
the sense in it, Mrs. Walton.

-Do you want to sell, Marcia?
-Of course she does.

What does she want with a little
old backcountry cabin like that

when she can live like
a human being in the city?

Is that the way you feel
about it, Marcia?

I guess so.

Well... I think before
Mama signs any letters

somebody oughta take it to the
bank and have them look at it.

-Maybe grandpa can do that.
-It's all perfectly legal.

John. Give Mrs. Walton
the letter, honey.

You have it, Frank.

The lawyer gave it to you.

Yes, but you said that
I would probably lose it,

and that you would
bring it out with you.

You should have
reminded me!

Now I'll have to come here again
and that's more time lost.

I'll be back with that letter
in a day or two, Mrs. Walton.

Goodnight.

Well, come on, Marcia.

-He's usually much nicer.
-I should hope so.

She's not gonna marry that!

You know what time it...
Come on!

Bye-bye, Grandpa,
bye-bye, Grandma.

You packed your lunch? Lunch?

-Bye, Grandma.
-Bye-bye.

Livie, you just remember you got
five of your own in that class.

I will, Grandma.

Wait for me!

Hold on there, boys.
Where are you going?

Thought we'd get
a little work done.

I go when John-Boy goes
till I get my car.

You don't have
a class till 10:00.

Grandpa, Grandpa, Marcia Woolery
asked me to drive her into town.

I'm gonna have
a talk with that girl.

I'm gonna tell her I think
that man's a gold digger.

-She's engaged to him, so you...
-Grandma, don't worry about it.

An old friend giving
advice to an old friend.

-Don't worry. Coming, Jason.
-Oh, sure.

They're all in that age...
They know everything.

This one was painted later
in Van Gogh's life.

During this period,
he painted mostly in blues.

But you can still see
the lovely composition.

Samuel, I don't think you
should sit way back there.

You're kind of out of things.
Come on up front here.

You can't put him in front
of anybody, Mrs. Walton.

He's too big.

Well, it's just for a little
while, Annie, alright?

Come on, Samuel.

Not there. Over there.

Samuel, I want you to read
the board for me, please.

"The Senate is made up of

"96 senators,

"two from each state.

"The House of..."

The House of Representatives has

435.

Now, yesterday you told me
you couldn't read that.

From back there I couldn't
see the words, ma'am.

And I sort of remember
what you said it was.

Samuel, you wait for me
after school.

I'll go home with you.
I wanna talk to your parents.

Yes, ma'am.

Alright.

Now,

this one...

Well, I'd like
two root beers and a...

She wanted... What did you want?
Tuna fish sandwich.

And I want a hamburger well-done
with everything on it.

Except onions.

-You remembered.
-So did you.

I guess we must've been
pretty silly then, huh?

It was nice.

-What'd you do today, John-boy?
-It was very exciting.

I had Latin and English
literature and trigonometry,

which is my nemesis.

I walked in the front door
of every store in town,

and I went to every counter
and every clothes rack.

I kept thinking how nice it was,
not walking in the back door

and down those stairs to the
stockroom in the basement.

I thought you liked working.

-I did at first.
-What happened?

Nothing. That's the trouble.

Had this great plan. I was gonna
start out as a stock clerk,

and then work myself up to a
salesgirl, maybe even a buyer.

That doesn't sound like
a bad idea to me.

But I never got out
of the stockroom.

Well, these things
take time, Marcia.

No, John-Boy.

Everybody else that
started when I did, almost,

is already selling

and Rita Simons is even
a buyer's assistant.

I figured the only way out
for me is to marry my way out.

Thank you.

Marcia.

Thanks.

I know this is none of my
business, but I wanted...

You still have this pen.

Yeah.

-You remember when I got it?
-I sure do.

Ike Godsey gave it to you
for a graduation present

while you were
trying to kiss me.

What do you mean, trying to kiss
you? I was kissing you.

Marcia, when Frank
proposed to you,

was it before or after
he knew that you had property?

There's nothing wrong with
helping your husband get ahead.

It's either that or winding up
like old Miss Jackson.

She started in the stockroom
almost 30 years ago.

And now she has the grand job
of being head clerk,

which means she has to stay
after everybody else has gone

and finish up
the work that's left.

John-Boy,

I have to face the fact that I'm
not bright enough to be a buyer,

or even a salesgirl.

And I don't want to be a stock
clerk the rest of my life.

And I am gonna marry
Frank Taylor.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye-bye.

Samuel.

I'd like you to wait
for me a minute, please.

I'm gonna go over to Samuel's
house to see his parents.

There's something
I want to explain to them.

Jim-Bob.

Who's that?

Mrs. Walton.

This is Mrs. Meriwether,
superintendent of schools.

How do you do, Mrs. Meriwether,
Mr. Gordon.

Mrs. Walton, I've been
wanting to talk to you.

I understand
you're breaking away

from some of our
traditional methods.

You're allowing
unsupervised activities.

And I hear you're giving
preferential treatment

to a student with
a limited ability

at the expense of the others.

Mrs. Meriwether,
that's called progress.

If you'll excuse, school is out,
I've important things to do.

Come on, Samuel.
I'm walking you home.

Children, I'll see you
at home later.

-Okay, Mama.
-Okay, Mama.

What's he need glasses for?
He can't read.

That's why he has difficulty
reading, Mr. Miller.

He can't make out the words.

No, he just ain't bright,
that's all.

He come along when the wife's
getting on in years, you know.

Or maybe he's just a throwback.

He ain't no throwback.

I wouldn't send him
to that school at all

if the two of them
didn't keep after me so.

Mr. Miller, if you could've
seen Samuel in school today...

All I want to see is him
working in that field.

He's good with the corn.

Ain't nobody gonna be
laughing at him out there.

Now, I got work to do.

Hello, Mama.

-Bye.
-Where you going?

I'm going to the
Boatwright dance.

-I thought you weren't gonna go.
-I changed my mind.

-Who are you taking?
-Marcia Woolery.

John-Boy, that girl
is engaged to be married!

I know. I know.
She's just my friend, Mama.

She's not my girlfriend.

Isn't Frank Taylor
due back tonight?

Not till later.

Besides, she might meet somebody
else she likes better.

John-Boy, where are those old
glasses you used to wear?

I don't know. I think they're
in the top drawer of my desk.

-You want them?
-I need them.

Okay. You can take them.

-Hi.
-John-Boy, wait a minute.

-What's the matter, Marcia?
-I'm scared.

Scared?

You're one of the best dancers
in the state of Virginia.

But I'll have to talk, too,
and they're all college kids.

Marcia, you're gonna charm their
socks off them. Now come on.

Hi.

Hello.

Leave it to John Walton to fly
out a movie star for his date.

Are you gonna
introduce her around,

or you're gonna keep her
to yourself all evening?

That's hardly possible.
This is Marcia Woolery.

And counterclockwise,
this is Peggy Hill.

Hello.

-Hi.
-And Randolph Lee.

-Hi.
-Hi.

And this is Gloria Davis.

-Hi.
-Hi.

And Eubank Swanson.

Hello.

Marcia and I went to school
together, high school.

She lives in Richmond now.

Richmond? Really?

-Yes.
-You go to school there?

-No. I've been working.
-A career woman!

May I?

Would you care to dance?

* You did *

* Something to me *

* Something that simply
mystifies me *

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

Bet they don't
roll up the streets

in Richmond at 9:00 at night.

Heavens no. There's too many
movie houses for that.

You can never have
too many movie houses!

-No.
-Bet you've been to every.

Yes, lots of them.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to
live life like you are, Marcia,

instead of eternally
preparing to live.

You will, Gloria, someday.

Come on, Marcia,
let's cut the rug.

Excuse us, please.

Peggy?

-You know what, John-Boy?
-What?

I could dance all the way
to Walton's Mountain.

* I've got a crush on you
sweetie pie *

* All the day and night
time hear me sigh *

* I never had any notes
that I could... *

-Frank!
-Hello, Frank.

John-Boy!

You're not even smart enough
to wait until we get married

before you start
playing around on me.

I wasn't...

You're lucky I'm a gentleman

or you'd get
the same treatment he did.

I wasn't playing around!

This is all your fault!

If you'd only given me
your ring in the first place

we'd never had
to gone through all this!

-Does it hurt bad?
-Not bad.

It's your own fault.

John-Boy, don't say I didn't
tell you, but I did.

At least the way it worked out I
got him to break the engagement.

It's why he almost
broke your jaw, maybe,

but it's not why he broke
their engagement.

-What do you mean?
-I was by the bank today.

It seems that Marcia did not
know there still was a mortgage

on that house.

So the bank foreclosed.

So that's why he's not
interested anymore.

That leaves Marcia without
any money, without any job.

Most likely,

she'd be looking around for
someone to honeymoon with.

I wanted to take her
to the dance.

I wanted her to meet people.
Thought that'd be a good idea.

But I'm not glad that she
thinks we're sparking again.

I certainly have
no intention of marrying her.

-Then don't.
-Well, I won't.

-Don't.
-I won't.

No!

I know these glasses won't
correct Samuel's vision.

I just brought them
to show you

how glasses can change
the way a person sees.

He don't need no glasses.

Won't you just try them on?
Please?

Can I try them, ma'am?

Of course you can.

I'd like to try them,
Mrs. Walton.

Why, it's just like that
funhouse at the circus...

Samuel ain't got no use
for no funhouse, Mrs. Walton.

You just take them specs
and leave us be.

With the right glasses,
it wouldn't be like a funhouse.

With the right kind of glasses,
Samuel can...

How much would they cost,
them new glasses?

With the doctor's examination
and the glasses together,

it'd probably come
to about $3 or $4.

I don't have the money.

If you re-use these frames,
it'd probably come to less.

My cousin Louella has glasses,

but she didn't
get them from no doctor.

She bought them at the
five-and-ten. For 50 cents.

Only 50 cents, Reuben.

I don't have the time
to go into town to get them.

I'd be happy to drive Samuel
to town, Mr. Miller.

Samuel's gonna have to ride
in the rumble seat.

He'll probably love that.

Marcia will ride
up here with us.

-Where are you going?
-Into Charlottesville.

To get Samuel Miller
his glasses.

-Can I come with you?
-I guess it's alright.

As long as you get your coat
and tell your grandma.

-Okay.
-Hurry up.

Yes, sir!

I've never seen Samuel act like
a child before. It's lovely.

You still haven't told me
where we're going, John-Boy.

I want to give it
a couple more miles.

I don't want you
to get out and walk back.

Well, I know anyway. I guessed.

-Did you?
-Yeah.

You're taking me
to pick up my ring.

Actually, Marcia, we're going
in to Charlottesville

because I saw an ad in the paper

for a salesgirl at the
Federal Department Store.

But they wouldn't let me
be a salesgirl in Richmond.

That was Richmond.

But I can't do it.

Marcia, you have to have a job.

Right, Mama? I mean...

You don't have
your parents anymore,

you don't have
any property to sell.

Right, Mama? I mean...

I mean, you're just liable
to get desperate enough

to say yes to the first fella
who proposes to you.

And...

Marcia, I really
like you too much to...

Well, to see you
throw yourself away

on somebody just
for the security.

You really have
to support yourself

so that you'd be able
to pick and choose.

Don't you think so, Mama?

I bet she gets the job.

You're getting it.

I bet she has
years of experience.

She doesn't have dimples.

Here. Try one of these
dark ones over here.

Zeb, come and wash your hands.
Zeb, you're gonna catch a cold.

-Not these either.
-Try another. Try this pair.

I don't think
it's gonna work unless

I get them from
the doctor.

You can't say that until
you've tried every last one.

-Now, come on.
-That's what I said.

Jim-Bob!

Next, please. Who's next here?

-Marcia Woolery.
-Yes, sir.

Well, Marcia, won't you
please come this way?

You know, I just love
this store, Mr. Keats.

It's my favorite place to shop.

When are we going home?

As soon as Samuel finds his
glasses. Now come on, Samuel.

J-A...

Jawbreakers!

And licorice!

And jellybeans,
and peppermint sticks!

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful!

Mrs. Walton,
you sure are pretty.

Samuel, I think you better try
on another pair of glasses.

Thank you, Mr. Keats.

-You got the job?
-He's a real nice man!

Well, well.

We better go pick up
Mama and the boys

and then we'll just celebrate
the working girl, alright?

I'll be staying
in town this evening.

I'm having dinner
with Mr. Keats.

How do you plan to get home?

He said he wouldn't mind
driving me out.

He just loves to ride
in the country.

I don't know why
you're so unhappy, John-Boy.

Marcia got the job.

It has nothing to do with it.

It's not right for her to be

spending the evening
in Charlottesville

having dinner with a man
that she doesn't even know.

You go back and forth
with your opinion so much,

I got a crick in my neck.
I think you're the fickle one.

Me? Fickle? I have never
been fickle. I...

That's not fair. I don't like it
when other people are fickle.

It's terrible.
One minute they feel one way

and then the next minute,
you turn around

and they feel a whole other way.

Well, with Marcia Woolery
I never know where I stand.

* I'm looking over
a four-leaf clover *

* That I overlooked before *

* One leaf is sunshine *

* The second is rain *

* Third is roses... *

Samuel Miller continued on
in Walton's Mountain School,

learning more
and more every day.

My mother was very proud
of him and of herself.

Marcia Woolery became
a good salesclerk

and when she did marry,

it was not out of desperation
but out of love.

John-Boy, you get Marcia
all settled in?

-Yes, Grandpa.
-Is it a nice place?

Very nice. She's got
a corner room, big...

And two meals a day.

-How did you know that?
-Her boss buys her lunch.

-Mary Ellen!
-Mata Hari knows all.

Does she know
when her bedtime is?

Mata Hari never sleeps.

No, she's too busy snooping.
Goodnight, Mata Hari.

Goodnight, fickle-face!

Mary Ellen.

-Goodnight, John-Boy.
-Goodnight.