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When we were children we never thought...

of the house we were born in as beautiful...

or plain, or anything special...

except that it was our home, and it was there.

But there came a day when we were faced with giving it up.

It crept up on us...

as so many crises do...

through the normal routine of living.

Hi, John-Boy, I'm an Indian. I'm going to scalp you.

I'm your big brother and I'll spank you.

Hey, that's not fair.

My turn.

-Look, Grandpa, I'm an Indian. -Me, too.

-You wanna scalp me? -No, I'm a good Indian.

Can I have it now?

You're not an Indian, you're just a dumb old squaw.

Daddy, make Jim-Bob let me be an Indian.

Jim-Bob, let her be an Indian.

Alright, now, Son, pick that up.

Here, dumb old Indian.

I was an Indian once.

So was I. Remember I wouldn't answer my own name for weeks?

Yes, your mother couldn't get you in for hominy grits...

till she yelled out, "Sitting Bull, come and get it."

Pa, what happened?

I think I pulled that back muscle of mine out again.

-You alright? -Is it hurting you, Pa?

Oh, yeah. Nothing seems to do much good.

Except our old hot springs.

Feel the need of soaking it, do you, Pa?

Yes, I do.

It's a long way up. I oughta go 'n see if he gets there alright.

Feel like you ought to go with him, huh?

If it's alright with you.

Alright, you two, we've done enough today anyway. Go ahead.

-Thank you, John. -You're welcome, Pa.

We'll be back for dinner.

I think I know my own way, but thank you, John-Boy.

This is nice, John-Boy.

What day is it, John-Boy?

I don't know. Why?

It must be near upon our golden wedding anniversary.

Your grandma and I were promising to have a shindig.

She was even going to wear her old wedding dress.

You mean she can still get into that thing?

Yes. Esther's got about the same figure she always has.

A little chestier maybe.

And so am I.

We were counting on having a fiddler and all our old friends.

I don't suppose...

you ever saw me do the clog, did you?

-What's that? -A sort of a dancing jig.

Everybody stands around, keeps time to the music.

One time I was considered the finest clogger

in the whole of Jefferson County.

For our final flourish at the end

I would jump as high as two feet in the air.

I don't suppose you're planning to dance the clog...

at your wedding anniversary, are you?

-I was hoping to, John-Boy. -I'm sure you will.

I don't know.

Hello, there.

-Any ladies with you? -No.

My name's Harmon. Charlie Harmon. This is Bill Dieter.

You fellows get yourselves lost?

We're doing some work. Surveying for the county.

The county ought to know, this here is Walton's Mountain.

-It belongs to our family. -Is that a fact?

I never knew there were hot springs in this part of country.

This is the only hot spring around here for miles.

You ever get rheumatism...might let you come and soak in it.

-Fixes you up, does it? -Grandpa swears by it.

And sometimes in it.

You know, it doesn't smell like most mineral water does.

Our water does not smell.

How's it taste?

Go down there where it pours in the pool, taste it yourself.

Come on.

-Not bad. -Might physic you a little.

Do you mind if we take some water back with us?

Go right ahead, take all the water you want.

Pretty country around here.

The prettiest county in the whole state of Virginia.

Grandpa's lived here all his life.

You own the land here, Mr....

Mr. Walton, Zebulon Tyler Walton.

Nobody can own a mountain...

anymore than he can own a piece of the sky or the ocean.

Hold it in trust. Live on it, take your living off of it...

and when you die, you're buried in it.

I deeded my land some time back to John and John-Boy here.

Although I expect to live another half century...

before I kick the bucket.

Well, we'd better be getting along.

-We'll see you all. -Good day to you all.

They don't look much like surveyors to me.

Maybe not. But neither did George Washington

when he surveyed this county.

Come on down, before you get sunstroke.

I've got some nice cold lemonade here.

-What a scorcher. -Did you find the leak?

I hope so. We won't know until the next hard rain.

Of course, the whole roof needs fixing.

But then, the whole house needs painting. It's always something.

Good day.

It's a good day if you like it hot.

This is nothing like it's been over in Richmond.

-My name is Harmon. -Mr. Harmon, I'm John Walton.

This is my wife, Mrs. Walton and my son Jason.

-Glad to meet you. -How do you do?

I wonder if I could talk to you, Mr....

Sure.

-Would you like some lemonade? -Yes. That would hit the spot.

I'll get another glass.

Why don't you all come up on the porch in the shade?

-So Richmond's been hot? -You wouldn't believe it.

-Have a seat. -Thank you.

This is sure a nice setup you have here.

There may be nicer places, I just haven't found them.

I know what you mean. You know...

I've been kinda thinking about retiring,

stepping off the old treadmill and....

Well, I like these mountains.

You won't get any argument from me about that.

-Here you go, Mr. Harmon. -Thank you, ma'am.

You know, I was just telling your husband...

I was sort of thinking of retiring...

and how much I like it up here, the mountain

the quiet, the view...

the tang in the air.

We love it.

Of course, we've never really been any place else.

Would you folks consider selling out?

Selling?

I'll give you $5,000. Lock, stock and barrel.

Mr. Harmon, this here is our family home.

I realize that...

but lots of folks need cash these days...

and lots of folks sell their homes.

We needed cash plenty of times and we never thought of selling.

Not that I couldn't use the $5,000...

but I wouldn't sell Walton's Mountain for $100,000.

Not that I know what $100,000 looks like.

Hello. Mr. Harmon, isn't it? I thought I heard you.

-Hi, how are you? -Fine, thank you.

You two know each other?

We met up at the hot springs the other day with Grandpa.

I was telling your folks here...

that I'm sort of thinking of retiring...

taking it easy from here on out.

I thought you were doing a job of surveying for the county.

I was just doing a couple of last favors for the county.

Did George Washington make any mistakes?

George Washington?

He was the first man to survey this part of the country.

Oh, yeah. No, his records are alright.

For their time. But times change.

Mr. Harmon here would like to see if we'll sell out.

Did you tell him he's come to the wrong place?

Mr. Walton, I'll tell you...

I might be willing to...

up my offer a notch or two. You see, my wife has asthma.

And I think this air around here would be good for her.

Mr. Walton...

...what would you consider a fair price?

-How about a million dollars? -Now, John-Boy.

Mr. Harmon, here is making a fair business offer.

You're not seriously considering it, are you?

It is a fair offer.

But, no, I'm not.... I wouldn't consider selling.

Come on, Mr. Walton, every man has his price.

It just depends on how bad he needs the money at the time.

You may be right about that, but....

No, I wouldn't sell.

Well, if you change your mind...

here's a card with phone number and my address over in Richmond.

-Be sure and call me, will you? -Alright.

Now, what do you think about that?

I think it's ridiculous.

And you made your feelings clear, didn't you, Son?

I hope so.

Hearing that man talk made me look at this place

as if I'd never seen it before.

Why don't we do something different tonight?

Let's have supper outside, have a picnic.

That's a great idea. Is there anything I can do to help?

-There's always something. -Good.

Here we go.

Sure is pretty up here.

Wasn't that a good idea of your ma's to have picnic?

Thought it'd be nice to be out in the open.

Did you mean what you said about not selling for $100,000?

Your father was trying to make Mr. Harmon understand something.

That's right.

Come on, children, time to eat.

But if you had $100,000, just for yourself...

you couldn't spend on anyone else or you'd lose it...

what'd you do with it?

-I wouldn't know where to begin. -Where to begin where?

We're playing a game, as to what we'd do if we suddenly got rich.

I'd buy candy.

John-Boy, come over and have something to eat.

I'll be there.

Pretend, Mama, what would you do with the money?

Alright, let's see.

First, I'd buy me a new dress for the golden anniversary.

-Then, I'd buy some curtains. -What else, Mama?

There'd be enough left to go see my sister, Frances, in Esmont.

I know what I'd do, I'd buy a car...

the kind that rich people have, have somebody drive me around.

I'd go to friends' houses and give them rides.

What would you do, Daddy?

I'd buy Elizabeth a new tooth for the front of her mouth.

Seriously, Daddy, what would you do?

I'd shingle the roof, paint the house...

fix up the sawmill...

pay some of the debts and put the rest in the bank.

I'd like to get me a new rocker with a good back-rest.

What about you, Grandma, what would you like?

I don't know.

I'd like to be two inches taller.

I don't need nothing.

You've got that money, Grandma. You gotta spend it on something.

Is there some kind of a clock that can turn back 20 years?

-Then children wouldn't be here. -Then forget it.

I'd go to New York City and study music.

What'd you like, Ben?

I'd buy an airplane, fly to New York to see Yankees play.

-I know what Mary Ellen'd like. -Shut your yap.

She'd go to Hollywood to see Gary Cooper.

That's not a bad idea. I'd like that.

We haven't asked Jim-Bob. What'd you do if you had $100,000?

I've never had $100,000. How many zeros is it?

A person shouldn't have more than they know what to do with.

I believe a body should earn his living by the sweat of his brow.

I don't know, Pa.

There are times when I could use a little less sweat on my brow.

What is Grandpa up to?

The old man is set on doing the clog at our anniversary...

just like he did at the wedding.

Guess it's no more outlandish than...

...me wanting to wear my wedding dress.

-Look at that. Moths. -We can patch it.

Sound like little birds, don't they?

Guess one of them fell out of the nest.

Mrs. Walton. Is Mr. Walton around?

I'm sorry, he left about an hour ago.

He's trying to catch some fish for dinner.

Do you think I could locate him?

Go past the Baptist church, past Drusilla Pond...

then you'll see Rockfish River and that's where John'll be.

Fine, thank you.

Yancy, what would you do if you had yourself $100,000?

-Stock this stream with fish. -Hello there.

Hello, Mr. Harmon.

-My friend, Yancy Tucker. -Hi, how do you do?

How's the fishing?

It's not bad. Picked up a few.

That's a mighty nice string I'd say.

You should've seen the ones that got away.

Mr. Walton, I was wondering if you and me could talk someplace.

Nothing wrong with talking right here.

I told you, Mr. Harmon, I'm not about to sell out.

Mr. Harmon here wants me to sell Walton's Mountain.

Fat chance of that.

I wouldn't be too sure.

You see, Mr. Walton...

I wasn't exactly on the up and up with you the other day.

How's that?

As a matter of fact, I represent a corporation...

they're interested in putting up a health resort around here.

You know, like Warm Springs.

Ever since FDR's been visiting, that's become a big thing.

Of course, that's way over in Georgia.

And my people, well, they want to invest here in Virginia.

I don't know why you didn't say that, Mr. Harmon.

But, no matter, I'm not about to sell out.

The spring water was analyzed, and they liked what they found.

That, and all this beautiful mountain scenery...

it could be a mighty important setup.

As a matter of fact...

they've authorized me to up my original offer...considerably.

No, I'm not gonna sell at any price.

Just out of curiosity, though...

what is the offer?

$25,000?

That's the way I felt when he said it to me.

-It takes my breath away. -What do you think?

I'm stunned.

We could keep the house, of course...

the barn, the sawmill.

There would be a road over there.

Without timber from mountain, what good is a sawmill?

I never thought about selling the mountain before.

Now you are thinking of it?

It would certainly solve a lot of problems, Liv.

We've had plenty of problems before and always solved them.

We put that $25,000 in the bank at 4% interest....

That's $1,000 a year.

I could pick up a few extra jobs. We could live like kings.

From what I hear, kings have their problems, too.

At least they can pay their taxes when they're due.

I don't know, John.

When does that man need an answer?

Day after tomorrow.

Is this everything you'd be needing, Mrs. Brimmer?

I think so, Mr. Godsey.

I don't want you to forget. You'd have to come here.

Hey, John-Boy.

What can I do for you?

I want the mail and some silk thread for my mama.

-Silk? -For Grandma's wedding dress.

Is your grandma thinking of getting married?

No. She's getting ready for her golden wedding anniversary.

Fifty years. That's hard to believe.

Esther Walton and I were girls together.

But at her age, changing her way of life isn't going to be easy.

-What do you mean? -I heard you are selling out.

You got some misinformation somewhere.

I heard the same thing, John-Boy.

Where'd you hear that?

Well, I happened to run into Miss Emily Baldwin...

who heard it from Ep Bridges who got it from Yancy Tucker.

He said your papa had been offered $40,000 for your place.

Sounds like Yancy Tucker got closer to Miss Emily's Recipe.

She was very definite when she was telling me.

No offense, ma'am...

Miss Emily Baldwin is not known to be definite about anything.

She also claimed that somebody from out of state...

was figuring on building a big fancy hotel near the hot spring.

Here's the mail, John-Boy, and the silk thread. That's $10.

If that story is gonna keep on getting told...

I might as well tell you. What happened...

was my father told that he wouldn't sell out for $100,000.

-$100,000? -Yeah, okay?

I'll be seeing you.

$100,000.

Show me $100,000 and I'll buy the whole county.

-Hey, Daddy. -John-Boy, I'm glad you're back.

There's something I want to talk to you about.

I was down at the store.

You wouldn't believe the story that's going on down there.

Yancy's telling everyone we're selling out.

He says you got offered $40,000 for the place.

The man didn't offer me $40,000, John-Boy he offered me $25,000.

Are you considering it?

Yes, Son, I am.

I guess I was wrong.

Of course, I realize that...

I have less right to say what I feel than anyone else here...

as I'm going to college next year...

and you're gonna have to do all the work.

Not only me, Jason's gonna be doing a lot more...

I'm not deciding this based on how much work needs to be done.

What other reason if it's not going to make things easier?

Take the pressure off you, going to college.

It would benefit the other children as they grow up.

You've made up your mind, haven't you?

Yes, I have, Son.

How do you feel about it?

I don't know what to say.

I'd like to hear what you have to say.

Excuse me.

How about it? Just five cents a glass.

The price is right. Maybe on my way back.

That is good news, Mr. Walton.

We thought it over and felt it'd be a sensible thing to do.

Alright, quite right.

There is one point, however, that has come up, you see...

the interest that I represent have decided

that they need the whole property.

Not the house?

The house would be in plain view of the resort...

and they'd want to tear down the house

and the barn and all that...

and replace it with a brand-new parking lot and garage.

Now, that's a different story, Mr. Harmon.

I realize that, Mr. Walton.

That's why I'm prepared to offer you...

$30,000.

John, I hadn't planned on moving.

I'm not finished yet, Mrs. Walton.

My people would build you a new house.

In the vicinity if you want to stay here.

Somewhere out of sight and sound of the resort.

They'd even move you into that new house.

There now, that is certainly fair.

I have a saw-mill out back, I make my living at it.

I'm sure we could work out something there.

You know this country pretty well, don't you?

I do.

We would need a fishing and hunting guide at $35 a week.

And you could keep all the gratuities.

You talking about tips?

$5 to $10 a day, that's standard.

I'm gonna have to mull this over, Mr. Harmon.

I guess I can give you 24 hours more...

but I would have to have your decision then...

you see, these people of mine...

they are looking at another nice site in Albemarle County.

I'll let you know, sir.

It's nice to have seen you all again.

I'll show you to the door, Mr. Harmon.

Thank you.

Thinking of fencing this place in, Pa.

Yeah. I'd favor a good split-rail fence myself.

It'd be kind of comforting to know when you have to go...

that there's a split-rail fence around you under an oak tree.

We're not going anywhere for a long time, Pa.

Are Indians buried here, Grandpa?

No Indians up here, just Waltons.

There are a lot of arrowheads in the newly planted fields.

-Was there a fight? -This is fought-for land.

Been more than one kind of battle around here, though.

Fire, flood, fever, diphtheria, whooping cough...

loneliness, the Depression...

hard times. Now this.

But we Waltons, endured on this land.

We owe something to the Waltons that are buried up here.

Pa, I came up here to have a little talk with you.

You and Ma can rest easy.

I was thinking about selling this...

but when they wanted the house....

I just can't swallow that.

Your Ma and I have talked things over.

We've agreed that you leave us out of it.

You've got to make your own decision.

I have made the decision, I'm not going to sell.

Then you can change your mind.

I'm not gonna uproot you and Ma.

You've got no choice, John.

I've got a choice, I said I'm not gonna sell.

Listen, John.

You're carrying 11 people on your shoulders.

That's not easy in time of depression.

Anyone would say, this is a chance of your lifetime...

so get hold of it.

They'd say this is a gold ring on the merry-go-round, grab it.

Pa, I can't do it.

You'd be a fool, thought I taught you better than that.

You taught to have respect for you and Ma

not to ruin your lives.

I thought you'd help me decide what to do.

I'm doing the best I can to tell you.

-Feel worse than when I came. -You sound just like John-Boy.

I hope I give John-Boy better advice than you give me.

Son, your Ma and I have lived a long life.

The best of it's behind us.

It's time to give over to the young'uns.

You got seven children.

You've got to give the best there is to offer in this land.

Pa, I'd just--

I thought I told you never to talk back to an older man.

Yes, sir.

Alright.

Let's go home.

Elizabeth.

Hi, Daddy!

-Hi, Reckless. -Hi, Daddy!

Hi.

Come on, Jim-Bob.

We should have another one of those hayrides.

-Remember last year? -Whipping down the road.

-Mary Ellen fell off the wagon. -That was funny.

Hey, Ben!

That's beautiful.

Sure is.

What's going to happen to animals like that?

-They'll have to go some place. -Why?

The stream is fed by the hot spring

I guess the stream will be dried up.

But the spring will still be here, won't it?

Yeah, the spring will be there...

but they're gonna divert it to make pools for the guests.

What that doesn't use up, I guess they'll bottle and sell.

-Never thought it could happen. -I know.

Are we gonna be able to keep the chickens, cow and Blue...

and all the rest of them?

I don't know, Ben.

-Listen, you go on home, okay? -Where are you going?

Thought I'd go up to the old chimney for a while.

Why?

Once I go to college, it's not gonna be so handy for one thing.

It's sure going to seem funny when you're gone.

-I'll see you later. -See you later.

Missy...

your hands are a lot better than any danged old hot spring.

-Almost 50 years, Zebulon. -Wouldn't miss one minute of it.

Remember the day we first came up here to this place, Esther?

Shouldn't remember such things.

Why not? We was married, wasn't we?

Then there was the day I came running here...

when I found out I was in the family way.

Scared as a cottontail.

Then you found me and everything was alright.

I was scared, too, Esther.

You were such a tiny little thing

all I wanted to do was protect you.

Give you the moon and all the trimmings.

All I've been able to give you is a piece of this good earth...

and one another.

Guess that's about all anyone's meant to have.

The best there is anyway.

Young people don't know what's important.

Memories are important. They can't take them away from you.

We've had us some good times, haven't we, Esther?

I had some good times you didn't know anything about.

What's that?

Being home alone making a cake for you. Humming all the time.

Sweeping the floor, cleaning up, watching the kids grow.

You remember the time when there was just the two of us.

We took a horse and buggy and drove to Goochland County...

to visit my brother, Ben?

I remember the axle on the buggy wheel broke.

That gave us a good excuse to stay awhile...

and visit all the cousins, uncles and aunts and in-laws.

I'd sure like to go back to Goochland County again.

All I wanted to do was to get back to my own home.

Never could get used to sleeping on strange sheets.

-What are you laughing at? -I was just thinking, Esther.

We are going to be rich.

But we have been richer, haven't we?

Did I ever tell you what that pesky Kathleen Carter told me...

-when we were little? -Probably, you can tell again.

She says, "I'm an loneliest child, and I'm immensely rich...

"and I can spit on walls."

Esther, are you going to spit on the walls of our new house?

I just might.

-Let's go home, Zebulon. -Yeah, alright.

No, not.... Now, stop it. Not with that back.

When you're old, you'll take comfort knowing the mountain...

will endure long after you and I have turned to dust.

The seasons will come and go.

Snows fall, the land sleeps...

the violets bloom and the green leaves of spring come again.

They grow for a summer, turn all their colors, then snow again.

Keeps on like that. It's the way of things.

You found this cave, too.

You knew about it?

I found it when I was about 13.

-And I thought I discovered it. -So did I.

-Why didn't you tell anybody? -Why didn't you tell anybody?

I don't know. I guess, I'd like to think it was mine.

I could come up here all by myself and play my harmonica.

It sounded the way I wanted it to sound.

I know.

I wanna show you something.

Here, look at this.

John Walton. Jr. Author.

You knew you wanted to be a writer then?

Sure, I did.

If I'd told anyone then, they just would've laughed at me.

I know just what you mean.

Here was where I got the courage to start writing my notebooks.

I even had a secretary.

-Secretary? -Sure. Here she is, right here.

She's a good secretary.

I used to dictate to her, she'd listen, wouldn't interrupt me.

Also, she wouldn't tell that I was never gonna be good at it.

You know, I've played some music here...

that I would never have played anywhere else.

We don't have to tell anybody else about the cave, do we?

No.

But there's somebody else who already knows about it.

-There is? -Yeah. Come here, I'll show you.

Haven't you ever seen this before?

-Grandpa? -Yeah.

1875, let's see.

He must have been 13 when he found this place, too.

What do you think will happen to the cave if they put up a hotel?

I don't know. They might seal it up.

Maybe they could fence it off and charge to go through.

Daddy can be a guide, I guess.

Can you see our daddy taking tips from tourists?

Don't look like that, John.

Can't help the way I look.

I guess we'll just have to get used to it.

It'll make a difference, you know. All that money coming in.

Maybe it'll give me a new slant on life.

I ever complain about the old slant?

Liv, I hate the idea of leaving this old house.

So do I.

Maybe we'll never have another chance to make this money.

Money's never been that important here.

We've been skimping and saving,

making-do and doing without for years.

Kids wearing half-soled shoes, hand-me-down clothes.

You ever hear them complain?

There's you.

Lot of things I'd like to do for you.

If it weren't for this damned Depression.

Now don't go blaming yourself for that.

Liv, I just don't know if I can take tips and things like that.

I'm worried about Grandma and Grandpa.

It's awful late to shake 'em up with such a move.

He's been shaken up before.

I know, but he likes to feel he's helping out.

He does help out, more than he should.

It's about time he was forced to take it easy.

Nobody's ever been able to force Grandpa to do anything.

And Ma.

Guess she feels the same way I do.

You were born in this room, in this very bed.

And this is where our children began...

with our love for each other.

Just like a thousand others...

some springs, and a mattress and not a very good one at that.

Probably have to get a new one, even if we did stay here.

I read an ad in the Woman's Home Companion.

"Guaranteed not to soil, sag, or squeak."

What do you think we ought to do, Liv?

I think we ought to do what's best for you.

Because that'll be best for us.

I read in a magazine that people in New York

move every October 1.

No, they must be crazy.

There's a storm brewing over the mountain.

Good.

It'll clear the air.

Sure hope I found that leak in the roof.

You're the only one lively enough....

That one sounded like it was near the old chimney, Dad.

That old chimney acts like a lightning rod, I guess.

Come on, children. Up to bed now.

Good night, Mom.

Good night, Grandma. Good night, Daddy.

Now, hold on.

I'd like you all to come back and sit down.

Something I want to talk to you about.

So you finally made up your mind about the new offer, John?

Pa, all of you've been sorely trying my patience lately.

I've been asking what to do in this situation...

you told me to do what I want rather than what you want.

Son, you've got to make the decision.

It's a family matter, Pa. I'd like it to be a family decision.

Whatever you do, you know we'll abide by it.

You're not hearing me, Ma, I need your help.

You know how I feel.

I don't know how you feel, Liv. I don't know how any of you do.

You're not being honest with me. We'll go around and find out.

Jason, I want you to start. How do you feel?

There goes the transformer.

-I'll get the lantern. -Did you get matches?

I'll get it in a second. I got it.

Yeah, just like the old days.

-Do we have candles in our room? -No.

There you go, Son.

Now what happened to John-Boy?

John-Boy, I want you to come back downstairs.

I've got to hear what you have to say. It's only fair.

That's what I've been thinking about. What would be fair.

The other day when we had our talk, you said that...

by selling the place, you wanted to benefit the children.

That's right.

I don't think you were really considering these two.

How do you mean?

The rest of us...

the older ones...

I think maybe it wouldn't be so hard for us.

We've had this place all our lives.

We have a history here that's made us what we are.

We have memories of this place...

that are firmly planted in our minds we'll never forget them.

Every breath we've ever taken is somewhere in this house.

Mom, as long as I live, I'll never forget the smell...

of coffee and bacon drifting upstairs on a winter morning.

I'll never forget the sound of your footsteps in hallway.

Daddy, I have a picture in my mind of you that is so clear.

I can just see you walking across the meadow...

through a new-crusted snow.

I'll never forget those things.

I've stood under the kitchen window and I've listened...

to the sounds that this family makes at dinner time.

Everyone's talking, nobody is listening to anybody else.

The sound of the talk is so beautiful

you just oughta put it to music.

The way it drifts out on the evening air.

It's the sounds of this house that I'll never forget.

Especially that one moment...

when we're all in bed...

we're all safe...

we're all together just before we go to sleep.

When we say good night to each other here.

Daddy, I don't know what kind of Waltons these two would be...

if they had to grow up without all that.

I think, really, the decision is theirs to make.

Let's go to bed.

Many years have gone by since that 50th anniversary.

My grandparents are no longer alive.

And most of us have moved to other places in the world.

We go home when we can...

and on those occasions our spirits are renewed...

by the feelings that flood back...

the feelings we had as children

growing up in that wonderful old house...

that stands in the shadow of Walton's Mountain.

There comes the moon right where it belongs.

Wonder if Gary Cooper's looking at it, too.

Probably. He's so romantic.

-Mary Ellen. -Yes, Elizabeth?

If you're going to have Gary Cooper

can I have Clark Gable?

-Why do you want Clark Gable? -I just want his picture.

Thought you wanted to marry him.

I'm too young to get married.

That's a relief, Elizabeth.

-Good night, you girls. -Good night, Mama.