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Growing up with my brothers and sisters on Walton's Mountain

was a joyful experience.

But not always an easy one.

Privacy was hard to come by,

and as a young man trying to write

it was the one thing I needed which I almost never had.

I will always remember that day when I left

a young boy anxious to find some time for himself

and returned, a man who had partaken of a miracle.

John-Boy!

What'll I do with this thing?

-Have you seen John-Boy? -He's up in his room.

Jason, can you help me?

Get on the other side of this car. Gotta pull these wheels.

No, you can't help me. John-Boy.

Mary Ellen.

Come here. Let me show you something.

-Made it all myself. -It's pretty, Elizabeth.

What is it?

-Cornhusk doll. Can't you tell? -Sure. I was just joshing.

Listen, is John-Boy up in his room?

I don't know. I haven't seen him all day.

John-Boy.

John-Boy.

Mary Ellen.

One would think you were practicing

for a hog-calling contest.

Sorry, if I don't get a pen made for my lamb, she'll run away.

And if I don't get somebody to help in that kitchen,

I just might go with her.

That's okay. You don't have to do that.

Elizabeth and I'll help you.

Thanks.

John-Boy, where have you been? Been looking all over for you.

Haven't been anywhere, just been--

Daisy got loose again and wandered on to the road.

Someone's got to build a pen for her!

Did you talk to Grandpa or Jason?

Grandpa's helping Jim-Bob with those tomatoes

and Jason's working on that soap-box racer with Ben.

Everyone's busy with something for the school festival

except for you.

I'm trying to write a story.

How can you put schoolwork above a baby lamb

that you helped birth?

It isn't school work.

A magazine in Richmond is giving new writers a chance.

A person can write anytime.

Shows how much you know.

How will you feel if that little lamb wanders out on the road

and gets killed?

I suppose I'd feel just terrible.

Come on.

Okay.

Thanks, John-Boy.

Who wants to read a story about a lamb?

-Could you help us with this? -Sorry, I can't. I got to work.

You're not working, just walking.

Writers work when they walk. I'm putting a story together.

Come on, John-Boy, this is important.

We only got a week till the festival.

-Come on.

Okay.

Pretty good?

Ben, this looks like a lobster trap.

Pass the potatoes, pretty please.

Ben, you haven't touched a thing on your plate.

I'm not hungry, Mama. I don't feel good.

Up to bed with you, young man. He's burning up.

It can't be the chicken pox.

He's had those. It can't be the measles.

It can't be serious 'cause we're in a race at school next week.

Your concern for your brother can go further than that, Jason.

I heard down at Ike Godsey's store

that there's a considerable fever going around.

Some people get pretty sick from it.

I'm sorry. Guess I just wasn't thinking.

John, his fever is really bad.

I think you ought to get the doctor.

Here's what my brother said to me, he said....

Oh. Doc, how is he?

We don't know much about this fever.

Seems to act different on everyone.

But from what I've seen, I'd say Ben has a very light case.

He should be alright by tomorrow.

You just keep him in bed and keep him warm.

And keep him isolated.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Don't worry, Mama.

Put him in my room. I'll get my things in the boys' room.

Well, glad it's not too bad.

Liv, I'm getting old.

A day like today, I feel old, too.

If you had to do it all over again, Liv,

would you make any changes?

I'd find me a handsome husband with a yacht

and go sailing off to Europe.

Now, would you settle for a rowboat ride

on the Rockfish River?

What if one of the children comes in?

They'd say, "There's Daddy kissing Mama again."

Is that what you intend to do?

That's what I intend to do.

-Here comes Wiley Post. -Hey!

You know what I think?

We ought to paint that soap-box racer some real snazzy color

like bright orange or yellow or something.

-What do you think, John-Boy? -I think that's fine, Jason.

-Well, which? -Which what?

Which color should we paint the soap-box racer?

-Bright red like my tomatoes. -Bright red?

Grandpa says they'll win first prize.

Maybe it'd be like a good luck color.

Maybe so. Bright red, with big white letters.

Whiz bang! That'd get them, wouldn't it?

I gotta get out of here.

I'm going down to the barn for a while.

* Little baby don't say a word *

* I was gonna buy you a mocking bird *

Hey.

Shh. I'm trying to get her to sleep.

* If that mocking bird don't sing *

* I was gonna buy you a..

* Little baby don't you..

Mary Ellen, do you have to keep singing?

You'll get her all upset. She didn't eat her dinner.

Neither did Ben, but you're not singing to him.

He didn't lose his mother.

Can't you write someplace else? Daisy needs to be alone.

So do I, gosh darn it!

I'll tell you what I feel like. A drone bee in a beehive

with, "John-Boy do this, do that."

Everyone swarming around me and not a minute to call my own.

-John-Boy. -I'm just fed up with it, Mama.

-What happened, son? -Nothing's happened, exactly.

But I gotta be alone for a while.

So tomorrow I'm going to the old Montgomery place.

Montgomery place? There's hardly any road up there.

I'll walk. I've hiked up there before.

Not alone. It's a long way from everybody up there.

That's exactly why I want to go up there. Just for overnight.

Please, Daddy.

Let him go, John.

That's a strange thing for you to say, Liv.

You always talk about how dangerous those backwoods are.

Every time there's a storm, that bridge washes out up there.

Oh, why not?

You've had your fair share of washed-out bridges in your day.

You've to admit that.

And I've got the gray hair to prove it.

I suppose you're right.

Comes a time in every boy's life, man's,

when he has to meet up with himself again.

Get to know what he feels, what he thinks.

You have to be alone to do that.

Alright, you can go. You can leave in the morning.

Thank you.

One night only. Come back the next day.

I will. I promise.

Don't forget your long underwear.

-I will. I will. -Take a blanket.

I'm going up and pack as much truck as Admiral Byrd

heading for the North Pole.

-See you, Daddy. -Take care now, son.

-Take care. -I will.

Bye, John-Boy.

-Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. -Try not to get a chill.

-Bye, John-Boy. -Bye, Mary Ellen.

Bye, John-Boy.

You get back to bed. You're supposed to be sick.

-I'm already all better. -Yeah.

-John-Boy? -Yes, Mama.

-Enjoy yourself now. -I sure will.

-Bye-bye. -Bye-bye.

Come on. You!

Come on out of there.

Move, you fool! You critter.

Come on, get out of there. Get out, I say.

-You.... -Granny, you need a little help?

John-Boy, this critter's took a fancy to my cabbage and sage.

And I can't get him out.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Say, Blue, what is all this I hear about you? Come on.

You're one beautiful critter but if there's any place

you don't belong, it's Granny Ketchum's sage patch.

How's she gonna heal anybody with you stomping all over them?

Come on. Come....

I said, "Come on." You hear me?

Come on, now. Come on. That's right.

That's not where you belong. Come on.

Come on. Come on now, you've had enough to eat.

Just come. Not my hat, neither.

Munch, munch and stay here, okay?

You got a real firm way with you, John-Boy.

Animals always know.

-Take some. -Thank you.

-Helps if you get a toothache. -Really?

Mm-hmm.

I got everything you need in the way of doctoring right here.

There's lemon balm, chamomile, periwinkle.

I got a cure for everything there is, except old age.

But, that's as it should be.

You take your turn in leaving, just like in arriving.

Ain't no medicine and no doctor anywhere

can change the natural order of that.

Granny, you've been feeling poorly lately?

Nothing at all.

It's just a knowing you get when you get to be my age.

Eighty-four years of hurrying through the spring

and summer and fall

just to get ready for the winter which is gonna come in any case.

Foolish, ain't it?

John-Boy.

Do you hear that rose complaining

when it withers on the vine?

It has to do that to make room for the new blooms,

don't you see?

I guess so.

-Have a good journey, hear? -Thank you, Granny.

I sure appreciate these.

-Have a nice day now. -You too, John-Boy.

You stay out of the cabbage patch, you hear?

Hello?

Is there somebody in here?

Is there someone in here?

Look, if there is somebody in here, you better speak up.

John-Boy, that you?

-I'm so glad to see you. -Who is that?

It's me, Sarah.

Sarah Jane Simmons.

Great day in the morning, girl. What are you doing up here?

I was scared. I didn't know who it was.

But I thought you were working in Richmond.

If you are not in Richmond, why aren't you at home?

What're you doing up here?

I don't want anybody to know where I am.

Why not?

See, the Keneallys, they're my legal guardians now.

My mama signed some papers.

Did she put you up for adoption?

Not really.

The Keneallys were supposed to give me room and board

and education in exchange for my work.

But it turned out it was all work.

I don't understand. What are you doing way back here?

A whole lot of things have happened to me

since I last saw you.

Guess I'd better get a fire started before the rain comes.

-There's some wood outside. -I'll get it.

It's raining. Come on, let's go. Hurry up, come on.

Ben, get in out of the rain. Don't want you to get sick.

Mary Ellen, help me with the wash.

As soon as I get him in the barn.

Hurry up, Ben.

Will the rain hurt them?

Rain and plants are the best of friends.

I gotta win that Junior Farmer's prize.

We better head for the house.

I told that Jimmy Alexander I was gonna win, and I'm gonna.

We gotta keep trying, Jim-Bob. Careful for the storm now.

Jason, hurry up.

Attaboy.

It's gonna come down, oh, Lord.

I hope John-Boy made it up to the cabin in time.

John-Boy, you know how all my life I was waiting for something

to happen to me?

-Yeah. Sure do. -It did.

A while after I went to work for the Keneallys,

I met this boy.

-Yeah? -Riley O'Connor.

I fell in love with him at first sight, and he with me.

We were two souls meant to be together, John-Boy.

Of course, we had to keep it secret from everybody.

And then, well, then I had to run away, you see?

No, I don't, really.

I'll tell you who I am, John-Boy Walton.

I'm Mrs. Riley O'Connor.

Oh, good.

I mean, how about that?

Congratulations on it, really, on everything. Sit down.

-Where's your husband? -He's in Norfolk.

See, he got laid off from his job.

So he went to look for work in the W.P.A. project.

He's sending for me as soon as he's settled,

but you know it takes a while.

In the meantime, the Keneallys found out.

They tried to poison my mind.

They said he wasn't ever coming back.

-Why'd they do that for? -To keep me working for nothing.

They said they were my legal guardians

and they would arrange for my baby.

By giving her out for adoption. They'll have to find me first.

Then they'll have to kill me

because no one's laying a hand on Riley O'Connor's baby!

Nobody will hurt your baby. Sit down, don't get so riled up.

They're trying to take her away from me.

But I won't let them.

This baby belongs to me and my legally-wed husband.

Of course. Why don't you try to find him?

I have.

There are fellas like Riley all over this country

looking for work.

-Hasn't he written you? -Of course he has.

But the Keneallys won't let me see the mail.

-They keep his letters hidden. -No.

I don't know too much about the law

but I don't think they can do that.

I'll get my daddy to get you a lawyer or something.

Look.

It's a long way down the trail.

Why don't we eat something and wait for the rain to let up.

When it does, I'll get you back to your mama.

You need to be with your mama right now.

No, John-Boy. Mama won't understand. She never did.

She'll believe the Keneallys.

I'm gonna talk to her. She'll understand. You gotta get home.

I won't leave, John-Boy. Riley will come here to find me.

I already told him how to get here....

You can't sit here in the woods--

I told him how I used to hide here before.

-There's fever going-- -I won't leave.

Riley is coming back for me. I'll be here, waiting for him.

Just like the preacher said, John-Boy.

Girl, you're just burning up.

I don't feel very good.

You better lie down. Here.

I'll put the bed in front of the fire.

Here you go. This ought to do it. Y'all come back.

-Good afternoon, Mrs. Simmons. -Mr. Godsey.

I got a nice surprise for you today.

-A letter from Sarah? -Not exactly.

But it's a letter from the folks she is staying with.

Let's see.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Ike. Hello, Marjorie.

She got a letter from the folks that Sarah's staying with.

Lord, I knew it. I just knew it.

Marjorie, what's wrong?

Sarah's run away.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But I'm sure if she wasn't happy where she was,

she'll come right home.

No, she won't.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

The Keneallys are so fine and proper.

They promised to give Sarah an education.

I can't do that.

I thought I was doing right by her.

Of course you did.

Sarah don't care how things are with me.

Always looking for an excuse to go against my will.

She took it like I was punishing her or something. And I wasn't.

I just wanted her to have a chance to be somebody.

Marjorie, why don't we finish our shopping

and you come home with me and have a nice hot cup of tea.

He's real happy about the baby, you know.

Wanted a girl.

Most men want the first-born to be a boy.

But not Riley.

I'm gonna take this from you for a minute

and go out and get some water, okay?

I'll be right back.

You should have seen his face when I told him.

He really wanted a girl.

Most men want their first-born....

Just a minute.

Riley wanted a little girl just like me.

We even picked out her name.

We'll call her Mariah.

There, there, now.

Just take it easy.

Riley picked that name out of a book by Mr. John Steinbeck.

He loved to read, that Riley.

He's like you in some ways, John-Boy.

Shh.

Oh. Lord, I'm on fire.

My whole head is on fire.

Sarah Jane, I'll have to leave you for a little while.

Granny Ketchum's place is just a little ways down the trail.

I'm gonna go there and see her.

She'll know just what to do for you. Okay?

He's real happy about the baby.

He wanted a girl. Did I tell you?

Mm-hmm.

You just take it easy right there.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

All the trials of Job visited on my head, I don't know why

what I ever did that was so wrong.

Oh. For heaven's sake, Marjorie, it isn't as bad as all that.

Now Sarah just didn't like where she was and ran away.

-She'll be home. -Of course she will.

Sarah's a good girl.

I didn't tell you all that was in the letter, Olivia.

Sarah, she....

She can't come back here now.

She went and got herself into trouble.

Granny Ketchum, it's me, John-Boy Walton.

Come in.

I'm sorry to disturb you again, Granny.

But I need your help real bad. Think you could come with me?

I'm afraid not now, John-Boy.

There's somebody real sick up at the old Montgomery place.

She's real sick. Just burning up from the fever.

Yeah, fever's going all round the valley.

I remember another time

about 30, no, 40 years ago

had a fever just like that.

Took my husband

my little girl, too.

Old Indian woman come along, showed me what to use,

but she come too late.

Granny, I don't mean to....

I don't mean to cut you short. There isn't too much time.

There's always time, John-Boy.

That's part of the secret.

Think you could give me something I could get to her?

Like some kind of medicine or something?

What you need

is in that jar on the second shelf.

-Which one? This one right here? -No, the next one.

-This one? -That's right.

Take it. And brew a tea from this bark.

The fever will pass.

Thank you very much. I sure appreciate this.

-John-Boy? -Yes, ma'am?

Take that white mule with you.

Thank you, that's a great idea.

I'll bring him back tomorrow morning.

No. You keep him as long as you want to.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

I would like to thank you for your kindness.

That's what neighbors are for.

If you don't mind my saying so, insisting on going home

on a night like this is a mite stubborn.

-Be mighty happy to put you up. -Thank you, Mr. Walton.

I'd rather be home.

You're stuck here, Marjorie.

The truck won't start, and those roads are mess.

-It's too muddy. -Zeb.

Sarah Jane?

I'm back, I got your medicine.

Sarah Jane, you asleep?

You'll have to wake up now, honey.

Oh, Lord.

Don't you go to sleep on me now.

Honey, wake up. Wake up, please.

Sarah.

You'll make it. Come on.

Come awake now.

I'm sorry. I got to get you awake.

Thank goodness. Sarah? Sarah?

Here, have some of this. Just take a sip of this.

It's good for you. Good girl. I know that tastes bad.

Granny Ketchum says it'll fix you up real good.

Here, take some more.

Good girl.

You don't want Riley to come up here and find you sick, do you?

Little more. Up. That's good.

And bless Mama and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa. Amen.

Don't worry, Mama.

John-Boy will be alright. I'll say a prayer for him, too.

And keep John-Boy safe.

Sweetheart.

-Sleep tight. -I will.

-Goodnight, girls. -Goodnight, Mama.

What? Where?

It's alright, I'm right here.

John-Boy, did I sleep?

You sure did. How do you feel?

A little weak and groggy.

The fever's broke, thank the Lord.

You managed to finish off Granny Ketchum's medicine.

-You hungry? -Starving.

That's a good sign.

You okay? Here, I'll cut you some of this.

This is not exactly the blue plate special,

but it'll keep your strength up.

Here. Do you want an egg? I'll peel it for you.

I forgot I didn't eat all day yesterday.

You'd better take it slow at first.

John-Boy, you're gonna make some woman a wonderful husband.

Sarah Jane, soon as I declare. To you, the entire universe

is divided up into two categories: mister and missus.

Well, isn't it?

-You haven't changed one bit. -Yes, I have.

I learned a whole lot of things this year.

Like how foolish and romantic I was.

I really thought I was Claudette Colbert

and every boy I met was Clark Gable.

You remember our first date?

Remember it? How could I forget it?

-You proposed to me. -I did not.

You did, too. I remember it very well.

We were sitting in the back of my daddy's truck.

-I was much younger then. -That was just a year ago.

You were trying to run off with Theodore Albert Claypool, Jr.

Now look at you. Run off and got married.

I'm feeling a little weak, John-Boy.

I think I better lay down again.

Okay.

Just get some rest. Tomorrow we'll get you home.

Home.

Life isn't like the movies, John-Boy.

Nothing at all like them.

They're all squashed.

Yeah, this old black locust limb fell all over them.

I should have picked them yesterday.

Now I don't have anything to enter.

If you're gonna learn to be a farmer

you might as well learn to live with loss.

I'll tell you what.

You go get yourself a basket and pick up these ripe tomatoes.

There's nothing we can do with them, Grandpa.

Yes, we can.

You take these squashed tomatoes in the kitchen...

and get your grandma's tomato preserve recipe.

-And do what? -Start cooking.

John-Boy, something's happening.

What's happening?

-The baby. It's coming. -Right now?

Okay, look, hold on.

I'll go to Granny Ketchum's and back here in an hour.

-She's a good midwife. -I'm scared.

Nothing to be scared about. Granny will take care of you.

She's delivered half the babies around here.

Okay, I'm going right now, I'll be right back.

-I think it's coming now. -Look, it can't come now.

-The first pain is a warning. -I know. I've been having them.

-For how long? -A couple of hours.

Why didn't you tell me that?

I didn't know what they were at first.

-I never had a baby before. -Well, neither did I.

Look, don't fret, honey.

What we gotta do now is stay calm.

You got plenty of time to get on the mule and go to--

No, I can't. It's coming now.

-I'm scared, John-Boy. -So am I.

Okay, look.

Sarah, if it's coming now, then instead of being scared...

we figure out what we're gonna be doing here.

Do you know what to do?

Well, shoot, we're a couple of farm children, aren't we?

We've seen enough birthings, I reckon.

Birthed a lamb a couple of months ago.

First thing we gotta do is get everything clean.

-Don't do that! -What?

You're doing it wrong. Don't scream like that.

-You'll make yourself all tense. -What should I do?

The mama lamb, she just lies there, nice and easy...

and she just concentrates on the work.

Look, it's a very natural thing that's happening right now.

So don't fight it. Just think about that, it's very natural.

Okay, now relax. It's alright.

-I'm trying. -I know.

Just relax. Relax.

Work with it, just relax.

-Right. -What?

-That is easier. -Really?

Really.

I told you I was an old hand at this sort of thing.

Y'all, it's turning into a handsome day out there.

John will drive you home, Marjorie.

Soon as the carburetor dries out.

Thank you, John.

-Is John-Boy coming home today? -I think so, honey.

If he didn't get struck by lightning.

If that old Montgomery place didn't wash away in the rain.

You young ones ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

John-Boy has more sense than to run around

in thunder and lightning.

Did you say the old Montgomery place?

Sarah used to run up there all the time.

John, would you drive me up there?

Truck won't go any further than Granny Ketchum's.

I'm sure if she's up there, John-Boy will bring her home.

She belongs in Richmond. I took her there for her own good.

Soon as she's back up there, the better off she'll be.

You don't want to see your own girl?

Not the way she is now.

She's not a criminal, Marjorie.

You're just making her feel that way.

"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out."

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

She's your only child, Marjorie.

Okay, honey, push down, now. Push down.

Push down.

-I feel it. -There he is. I see him.

There's his head. He's coming.

-I can see him. -Push down.

-Harder, come on. -I can see him.

He's almost with us. He's almost with us.

He's home, Sarah. He's almost there.

-We did it. -My baby.

He's a girl. He's a girl. He's a girl.

It's a real baby.

Quiet, honey. Quiet now.

She sure is gonna be a sassy one, isn't she?

Don't cry, baby.

Be quiet.

What a pretty girl.

Just like you wanted.

Look here, John-Boy.

Doesn't she have the most perfect little fingers?

She has a dimple in her chin, too. Did you notice?

And hair just like corn silk. Isn't she just beautiful?

'Course she is. That's the only kind of baby I deliver.

Next to Riley, I love you the most

of anyone in the whole world.

Come on. We'd better get you home.

But if Riley comes and I'm not here....

I guess he'll come to your mama's house to find you.

You trusted me when you had to.

Why don't you trust your mama now?

John-Boy, she sent me away.

It's not the same thing. When she sent you away

she thought you were going to get an education.

Besides, I want to come visit my goddaughter

and I won't traipse all the way up here to do it.

Looks like we don't have much of a choice.

Take 10 pounds of sugar.

Jim-Bob, that recipe is for the preserves for the whole year.

-We gotta reduce it. -What's reduce?

That means to cut down. We'll use just one pound.

Now will you stop stalling and get up here

and start peeling these?

If you want something in that contest

you got to work to make it good.

Jim-Bob, that is no way to hold a knife

unless you only want four fingers on your left hand.

Now you get up underneath like that.

I'll get the vanilla.

Look who's playing house!

Would you mend my socks

when you're through making supper?

I'm making it for the contest, and I bet I win more than you.

Wait till everyone finds you're a sissy.

Jason, come on in here.

Jim-Bob's trying to be one of the Walton girls.

Oh, my, look at you.

Jim-Bob is a mama's boy.

You hush up

unless you want this on the seat of your britches.

Now we oughtta call him Jane-Bob.

We don't wear this kind of thing.

None of that sassing in this house.

Get out of here before I knock your head off.

Jim-Bob, come on here.

Stop that. Stop it.

Now, you can laugh if you want to. But it's a fact.

I read it in The Saturday Evening Post

the most famous, stop it, the most famous cook

he's called a chef, in the world, is a man.

And he's very, very rich and he has dinner with royalty.

Get out of here and about your business.

I think when I grow up, I'll be a chief.

A chef. And if that's the case

then you'll need a lot of practice.

Just keep going.

Sure is a fine white mule you got here, John-Boy.

I've been thinking about changing his name.

Something befitting a noble steed, like something....

How's Charlemagne sound like to you?

Sounds fancy.

Grandpa.

Slow down, before you fall and break your neck.

-I want you to try something. -What's all the ruckus about?

Grandma said you'd be a good one to try my tomato preserves.

He made it from scratch. All by himself.

-I did? -If you followed

your grandma's recipe, you couldn't possibly go wrong.

Well, Zeb?

This is a prime tomato preserve.

Won't the kids laugh at me for entering it in the fair?

They might. But they'll laugh out the other side

of their faces if you win first prize.

Here comes John-Boy.

He's got a white mule. And someone with him. Come on.

Mama, look, Sarah has a baby.

John-Boy, did you....

Great day in the morning!

Hello, Mama.

Marjorie, you turn away now, you'll never forgive yourself.

Poor little thing, born out in the woods somewhere.

Wasn't in the woods, Mama. It was in a nice, warm cabin.

Isn't she beautiful?

Isn't she the most beautiful baby you ever saw?

Sarah, my baby.

I'm married, Mama.

Married?

To a fine, fine man. You'll really like him.

Come on, Sarah. Let's get you inside.

And that baby into some decent swaddling clothes.

His name is Riley O'Connor.

He went off to find work

in a W.P.A. project in Washington, D.C.

He'll be sending for us any day now.

You'll really like him, Mama.

You had yourself quite an experience, son.

I don't reckon there'll be too many to match it.

Didn't Sarah just say her husband went off

to find work in Washington, D.C.?

-Funny. She told me Norfolk. -Make any difference?

Not a bit.

That's quite a mule you got there, son.

Granny Ketchum wrote a note, said you could keep that mule.

-Granny Ketchum? -Uh-huh.

She died this morning, just about dawn.

"Thus the Seer, With vision clear

"Sees forms appear and disappear

"In the perpetual round of strange, mysterious change

"From birth to death, from death to birth

"From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth

"Till glimpses more sublime Of things, unseen before

"Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe

as an immeasurable wheel

"Turning forevermore

"In the rapid and rushing river of Time"

That's a beautiful bunch of words, just beautiful.

-What's it about? -Sarah and Granny Ketchum.

I think I hear my children.

Mama, I did it. Daisy won first prize.

I got a red ribbon. Some of the kids laughed.

But the judge said it was okay if I grew my own tomatoes.

-Where's Grandpa? -I'm right here.

Grandpa, you were right. I got third prize.

A boy's will.

I got a special prize. They called it....

Honorable mention. My embroidery won second prize.

I'm just as proud of you all as I can be.

Thanks, Mama. John-Boy, Daisy's pen has a hole in it.

-Can you fix it? -I reckon I can.

John-Boy, you promised to make me a wood frame

for my needlework today.

-I'd better get to it, then. -Thanks.

You two look like you've been eating sour pickles.

We didn't win anything.

Darned wheel came off right in the middle of the race.

There will another race at Hickory Creek this Sunday.

I know it. I bet we could win it, too

if we could get that wheel on right.

-That was your fault. -I know.

John-Boy, do you think that you could help us out with this?

Sure.

Thanks.

-Thanks a lot, we'll be outside. -I'm coming.

What about that story you're supposed to be writing?

I reckon I'd better mull it over in my mind a little longer.

I've been pretty busy.

We were early risers and thus, in my grandfather's words...

we went to bed with the chickens.

All the lights in the house would go out

except for the one in my room.

There I would at last find the solitude...

to record in my journal the events of the day.

The wind would flow gently down from the mountain...

the night birds would fall still...

the rest of the family would slip quietly toward sleep.

-Mama? -Yes, Elizabeth.

-How do babies get born? -With love, darling.

-Goodnight, Mama. -Goodnight.

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