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Sunday afternoon on Walton's Mountain

was a time of quiet contemplation.

We took it easy, or else worked at a slower pace

and enjoyed a brief respite from the cares

that beset us during the week.

After we came home from church and had dinner

we permitted ourselves the luxury of play and relaxation.

I remember one such Sunday in August.

Mama, would you pour the vinegar-rinse over my hair?

-Please. -Please.

Close your eyes.

Too much washing takes out all the natural oils.

At her age, Mary Ellen's got more natural oils

than she knows what to do with.

Now where in the land of Goshen did this swatch come from?

That's the dress John gave me after Erin was born.

That's right.

It got too snug when Jim-Bob was on the way and split.

My, wasn't he one big healthy baby?

All my babies were healthy.

Mama, what makes some babies bigger than others?

Well, inheritance.

The size of the mother and father.

What the mother eats when she's pregnant.

That's got nothing to do with it. It's what the Lord intends.

How does this look?

Pretty snazzy. But it's gonna go stale before the county fair.

This is just a sample. I'm trying Aunt Polly's old recipe.

I'm gonna bake another one for the fair.

I didn't have any almond flavoring, though.

Remind me next time we go to the store.

Mama, how would I look with bobbed hair?

-Different. -Oh, Mama.

Reckless, you old rabbit chaser! Stop right there!

Rover, get back!

Rover, stop!

Get him out of here.

-Come on. -Come on. Get Rover in the pen.

I taught him to heel. He heels better than Reckless does.

That's not saying much. Come on.

Come on, Rover.

Okay. Come on, Rover. Come on.

Get going. Come on.

-I can make a dollar off him. -How's that, son?

Godsey says nobody'll donate a pig for the greased pig contest

but they still want to have it.

-Just not give the pig away. -That's an easy way.

It won't hurt Rover being the greased pig, will it?

No. I doubt anybody will catch him, much less throw him.

Not unless Ben yells, "Rover."

He sure grew.

I still can't believe that Yancy would just give him to me.

What was it exactly that Yancy said, son?

He said he was walking through the woods and he saw this

pig standing there like it was lost, and it followed him home.

He doesn't have any need for a pig

and we were the first place he passed.

What're you planning to do with the dollar that you get?

I was wondering.

Daddy, can get a girl pig for a dollar?

Might be able to get a runt for about a dollar.

Never thought of my son in the hog business.

-And how many come in a litter? -Six to 12. Sometimes more.

If they grow as fast as Rover did, by next year they'd have--

Guess the Depression would be over for Ben Walton, huh?

Look at that.

-The Baldwin sisters. -Yeah.

You have such courtly manners, Oscar.

So like your dear father.

It's not good manners to snoop when guests are coming.

Jason, turn off the radio.

-Who's the man out there, Mama? -Don't know. Haven't seen him.

Miss Mamie and Miss Emily! What a pleasant surprise!

Come on in.

We have a surprise for you, Olivia.

He made us promise not to tell.

It's been a long time, Olivia.

Oscar Cockrell! My goodness!

Olivia, you're more beautiful now than you were as a girl.

I didn't know you knew Mr. Cockrell.

His father was a lawyer. A bosom friend of our father, the Judge.

Let me introduce you to my family.

This is John, our oldest, named after his father.

Hello. Oscar Cockrell.

You know John's mother?

-Yes. Hello, Mrs. Walton. -Hello, Oscar.

-And this is our next, Jason. -Glad to meet you, sir.

-Erin. -Hi.

Imagine that. You with three children.

-Three? I've got seven. -I don't believe it.

You'd believe it if you were ever here at supper-time.

-Mary Ellen? -Mama, my hair.

Nobody came to look at your hair. Come on.

Mary Ellen, this is Mr. Cockrell.

Such a beauty. She favors you, Olivia.

-Who do I favor? -Let me see.

This is Elizabeth, our youngest.

You don't favor anybody. You're just plain beautiful.

When her face is clean.

Miss Emily. Miss Mamie.

John, look who's here. Oscar Cockrell.

Good to see you after all these years, John.

What brings you to Blue Ridge?

He's running for the legislature from Jefferson County.

And he's permitting us the pleasure of his company.

While he campaigns in our district.

Isn't that exciting?

Having a member of the legislature in the family?

Don't count on that, Miss Mamie.

My speeches haven't been going over all that well.

You deliver such lovely speeches

makes me wish I could vote twice.

If Papa were running things, you could have.

Could have what, Mamie?

Now, sister, if you're going to engage in conversation

you must pay attention.

Oscar, have you met these two boys of mine?

You've probably met the rest. This is Jim-Bob and Ben.

Mr. Cockrell used to be a friend of mine.

Mr. Cockrell was a suitor of your dear mother's.

Before she married your father.

That goes without saying.

They were rivals for your mother's hand.

Oh, no. Nothing like that.

I never had a chance, I'm sorry to say.

-Daddy, can we go out now? -Yeah, son. Go ahead. Scoot!

-Nice meeting you. -Nice meeting you.

Come on in, ladies. Come on in. Have a seat.

Grandma, put on the coffee.

-Heel's too big. -I'm working on her.

Grandpa, aren't you gonna go inside?

No. I'd sooner sit here than listen to a politician.

Olivia, you're a splendid cook.

She ought to be. She sure gets enough practice.

Livie's entering a cake like that in the state fair.

Grandma's entering her patchwork quilt.

I'm one of the judges, so they tell me.

My sister and I are entering our jelly.

It's made from a secret recipe.

Ladies, don't you think you're using a little undue influence.

Why, John, I don't know what you mean.

I purely love John Walton. Always teasing.

Are you married, Oscar?

Yes, indeed. You remember Dodie Bowen?

The Bowens, over by Carter Bridge.

Yeah. She was....

Is quite a bit younger than the rest of us.

-How many children do you have? -We haven't been blessed.

Mrs. Cockrell is in Europe at present.

She's visiting the Mediterranean countries.

John Keats particularly loved Italy. He died there.

Oscar, John-Boy is going to be a writer.

One of these days we're all gonna be quoting him.

-Thank you, Miss Mamie. -A writer?

Young man, perhaps we better have a talk about your future.

All this fame is a bit early now.

I'd better concentrate on getting to college first.

That'll be quite an undertaking. Depression times.

With a large family. Perhaps I could--

I just reckon that one step at a time is the best way for me.

That's good thinking.

That's my theory. One step at a time.

Mine, too.

My next step is out to the barn. I got some chores to finish up.

-Nice to meet you. -Thanks. You too.

As much as I hate to leave, we'd all better be going.

A famous politician has so many demands.

On his time, don't you know?

Ladies, I'm not famous, and I don't know if I'm a politician.

I'm just trying my wings out here.

You're sure to take Jefferson County, Oscar.

-Why, thank you, John. -So nice of you to come by.

-It was a nice time. -Thank you. Come back anytime.

It's been a real pleasure.

You're always welcome here, Oscar. Come back anytime.

Thank you, John.

Come on, ladies. Help you in the car.

Bye, Oscar.

That Oscar's turned out to be a good-looking man.

You'd have been married to a politician

if you'd played your cards right.

I played my cards right.

I thought you Baptists weren't allowed to play cards.

Come on in the house.

Please go to sleep, Mary Ellen. I'm sleepy.

Did G.W. say he liked it better short?

Who cares what G.W. thinks.

Someone I know whose initials are M.E.W.

Miss Emily said they were rivals for Mama's hand.

What's a rival?

-Who? -Daddy and Mr. Cockrell.

Mr. Cockrell said they weren't.

I wonder if he ever kissed her.

I said, what's a rival?

Mama wouldn't do a thing like that.

But she wasn't Mama then. She was just a girl like us.

I wouldn't let any old boy kiss me.

Me, either.

Oh, wouldn't you? What if you were on a deserted island

and he played his ukulele for you?

And he decided to put his arm around you? And then--

Well, just let him try. He'll wish he hadn't.

Nobody ever listens.

What're you doing?

What am I usually doing?

You know, if you're not careful, you might get good at that.

Listen to this. This is fantastic.

"Talent alone cannot make a writer.

"There must be a man behind the book.

"It makes a great difference to the force of any sentence

"whether there be a man behind it or no."

-Ain't that something? -That's wonderful.

Goethe wrote that.

That Mr. Cockrell is rich, isn't he?

You've got to have money to get to the legislature.

Grandpa says he inherited his.

Abe Lincoln was poor.

I reckon it must've have been different in those days.

I guess so.

You reckon Daddy liked having Mr. Cockrell come by?

-He came to see them both. -Yeah. But mostly Mama.

-Time for bed, Jason. -Good night, Jason.

Goodnight, John-Boy. Goodnight, Mama.

Goodnight.

-You writing another story? -Just making some notes.

What are you looking at me like that for?

You sure are beautiful.

John-Boy, what a nice thing for you to say.

You know, when Mr. Cockrell was here today

I was looking at you, it was like I suddenly saw you.

You see me every day.

It was funny to be looking at you at the same time

as someone who knew you before I was even born.

You sound like I'm 100 years old.

It made me wonder what you must have been like as a girl.

-I was an ugly duckling. -You?

I felt like one anyway.

Skinny and shy, and people were teasing me about my red hair.

-I love your red hair. -So do I. Now.

Mama, are you happy with your life here?

Of course I'm happy.

I've got everything in the world to make me happy.

Don't you wonder what it would been like

if you'd married someone else?

John-Boy, everybody has a secret part of themselves.

A place where all their dreams live.

Of course I sometimes wonder what big cities are like.

Or what it would be like to wear store-bought clothes

instead of making them.

But if I had all that, I wouldn't have all of you.

I guess what I'm really asking is if we're enough.

I reckon I have more than most people dream of.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'd sure hate never to have known you.

-Don't stay up too late. -Good night, Mama.

I've never really thought about my mother and father

as being anything but married to each other.

And then, today, I met a man who

under different circumstances, might have been my father.

Why are you doing that?

Making him look good for the fair tomorrow.

Rover's going to be the star.

That pig doesn't look like any star I ever saw.

Don't call him a pig. He thinks he's a dog.

When is Rover going to have puppies?

Pigs don't have puppies. They have little pigs.

-Why? -Because. That's why.

-Get his nose. -I'm getting it.

Needs about another five minutes.

-What's first prize for cakes? -$5, they tell me.

What are you going to do with it if you win?

I thought I'd take me a trip to Europe.

That's it. Only took me three years.

That's about the prettiest quilt you ever made.

It's a prize-winner if I ever saw one.

I thought I'd decorate the cake with fresh raspberries.

Slow down, child. There's a cake in the oven.

-Mama, Ben needs some lard. -Alright.

-What does he want lard for? -To grease Rover.

See if we can catch him. He needs to practice.

I don't want you'll rolling in the dirt with any greased pig.

Furthermore, lard is too expensive these days.

-Oh, Mama. -Don't you "Oh, Mama" me.

-Who'd have to wash clothes? -You do.

That's right. So don't get filthy and tear your clothes.

Mama, Ike didn't have any almonds.

Says he doesn't get much call for fancy stuff like that.

No. Aunt Polly's recipe distinctly calls for almond.

Why don't you use vanilla or something?

That'd just be an everyday cake. I want this cake to be zippy.

Oh, Lord!

Few more minutes and we wouldn't have had to worry about flavor.

Is there anything to do for you here?

No. You can go outside and check on the children.

Livie, now don't you tell a soul.

But almond wasn't what Cousin Polly used in her icing.

-No? What did she use? -Whiskey.

Rye whiskey.

I don't like to say it, but it was delicious.

Grandma, I'm surprised at you.

It's not against the law since Prohibition's been repealed.

Well, even so.

Where can we get hold of whiskey except from the Baldwins?

And I'd never do that in a million years.

Zeb's got some.

I pretend I don't know he has it.

He likes to think he's got me fooled

but there's a pint under his socks in the old secretary.

Would he'd let me have a tablespoon or two?

I'm sure he would.

But then he'll know that I know where he's got it hidden.

But I think the man should have a secret or two from his wife.

That isn't much help to me, is it?

Fiddlesticks.

I'll get you a smidgen. He'll never know the difference.

Mama, do you think maybe Yancy could have stolen that pig?

-What a thing to say. -I just wondered.

Well, don't. Yancy is your father's best friend.

Then why does Daddy call him "you old horse thief"?

Your father's idea of a joke, I imagine.

Hello, Oscar.

If Renoir had seen you'll he would've painted a masterpiece.

Who was Renoir?

A French painter. He loved life and beauty.

Be careful not to crush the big ones, they'll bleed.

That's quite a car you have there, Oscar.

Dodie doesn't like an open car.

She prefers the LaSalle when she's at home.

In an open car like that, the wind would muss your hair.

Not Dodie's. She wears her hair short, in the latest style.

-Do you have a picture of her? -I've got one of the two of us.

The newspapers sometimes want one.

Why, I'd scarcely would've recognized her.

She looks so woman-of-the-world.

You could look chic with your hair like that, Olivia.

John likes it the way it is.

Olivia, tell me about yourself. Are you....

- Are you alright? - Yes. Don't I look alright?

You look better than you have any right to look.

It can't have been easy for you, having to work so hard.

I guess the Depression's hit just about everybody.

- But so many children? - Yeah. Aren't I lucky?

Wouldn't you like to travel?

Someday maybe. When times are better

and the children don't need us anymore.

But right now, this is my world.

Dodie doesn't seem to mind traipsing off all by herself.

Sometimes I think she prefers it that way.

Are you happy?

I thought I would be once I took to politicking

but I'm no good at it.

I never caught the knack of reaching people.

You're not supposed to eat the big ones.

I need them to decorate my cake for the county fair.

Oscar, now you know what it's going to look like.

Yeah.

And she had been melancholy when she came into the orchard.

But now she stood in a shower of white petals

from the crab apple tree

remembering another time, a lost love.

And in that moment

she realized that everyone has a secret part of himself.

A place where all one's dreams still live.

And strengthened, she walked away from the orchard

toward the place where she lived.

Penny for your thoughts.

Don't be so extravagant.

A penny's worth more than that these days.

It hasn't been easy for you, has it, Liv?

There are so many things I've wanted to give you.

You've given me everything I want out of this life.

Oscar could've given you another kind of life.

Can you imagine me married to a politician?

You did go out with him a few times.

Just to make you jealous.

Did you ever kiss him?

Why, John Walton, are you out of your mind?

What in the world are you doing?

I was trying to smell your breath.

You're crazy.

Now is there anything wrong with my breath?

No, it's about the same as usual.

There's someone around this house tonight

whose breath smells like whiskey.

You're accusing me, old man?

Lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine.

Hurry up, Livie. Want to get to the fair early

and find a good spot for my quilt here.

-And your cake. -I'm almost finished.

Grandpa, will you hand me that kettle over there?

Don't forget that plate was a wedding gift from Cousin Julia.

I'll remember.

It goes to Mary Ellen when she gets married.

Come on.

Livie, what sort of flavoring

you girls been using on that icing?

Raspberries. Nothing like the odor of fresh raspberries.

Smells better than raspberries to me.

I'll take it.

Mother!

Come on, you folks, fair will be over before we get there!

-In you go, come on. -Give me that.

-Hop in. -Okay, come on in.

Good morning, folks. You all on the way to the fair?

-Nice day for it, Oscar. -You look crowded up there.

Can I give anybody a lift?

John-Boy, why don't you go with Oscar

and take the cake, it won't jiggle so much.

Alright, I'll take the cake.

Thank you, Oscar.

-Livie, come on. -I'm coming.

-Come on, Grandpa. -Ready there, everybody?

-See you all there. -See you there.

Bye!

-Get back! -Sit there.

Hold it there, boy.

-Sit! -Get back there!

-This is really a terrific car. -Thank you.

I can't get too excited about it myself

but I suppose you're right.

It looks good anyway.

You really want to get to the legislature?

Young man, you hit upon a sore point.

I think I do.

I'm trying to find something to give meaning to my life

so to speak.

So, you're gonna be a writer?

It's easy to call yourself a writer.

Must be nice to know exactly what you want.

At first I thought writers had to have names like...

...Percy Bysshe Shelley and George Gordon Lord Byron...

and then I decided, why shouldn't just

a plain old John Walton, Jr. stand just as good a chance?

You know what you want to write about?

Family, mostly.

You know, the way it is around here.

What we do from day to day, struggling against the times.

But underneath, you know, the way we feel about it.

Sort of, what we want out of life, that kind of thing.

Look, I met an editor a couple of years ago in New York.

Scribners, he's with.

If you ever write a book

I might be able to get him to read it.

That's a very generous offer, thank you.

Generous? I'd do anything in the world for a boy of Olivia's.

You should've seen your mother when we were young.

Prettiest thing you ever saw.

-She still is, I reckon. -Tell me...

...is there anything your mama doesn't have that she'd like?

I don't think so.

Fairgrounds are up here, take the shortcut

it's the next turn on the right.

Park right here.

-Here's your cake. -Okay, thanks, John-Boy.

You help me get this pig.

Since we're here, we might as well lift it down.

I'll give you a hand.

Surprised he'd dirty up his hands.

He's politicking.

Here we go.

Nice fat hog you got there.

Rover's gonna be the greased pig.

Yeah? I hope he's feeling good.

No pig who ever ate slops could outrun me.

We'll see about that, George.

-Thanks for the help. -Didn't you promise us a dime?

-So I did. -Here, let me.

So I did. So I did.

-I want my dime. -I dropped them!

Alright, honey, take it easy. Come on, let's set up here.

Here you go.

-Who else? -Me!

Come on, let's go.

You guys, there's a mirror!

Look at that.

-Hi, Connie. -Howdy.

Nice piece of horse flesh there.

Over here. Over here.

Look at you.

Daddy, I want to go on the merry-go-round.

Who wants to go on the merry-go-round?

-Let's go. -Me!

-Here you go, get in. -Let's go.

-I'm not going on that. -I dare you.

Hang on to your hats.

So you have a patchwork for us. How nice.

-Took me three years. -My, think of that.

Now, where are we going to hang it?

Right there, where Grace Patterson's is.

That's an old one.

I don't think so. We're only showing new work.

Look, I'd recognize that double wedding-ring pattern anywhere.

She won with it back in '29.

That was the last fair we had before the Depression.

I don't think Mrs. Patterson would submit a blanket twice.

I have known her since before Garfield was shot.

Don't talk to me about that woman.

Don't you think it'll look nice over here?

Looks fine right here. Give me a hand.

Bring it right over here.

Look, somebody else had the same idea.

What a coincidence.

And both so pretty.

-Your name, please? -Mrs. John Walton.

Taste is a factor, too, Mrs. Walton.

Now which one is Olivia's? I'm confused already.

The one on the left.

Don't you dare, Oscar, I'd never forgive you.

We're trying to group our jellies by flavor.

-Is yours plum? -No, I wouldn't think so.

Well, it's darker than strawberry.

So it is. It tastes better, too.

A combination, perhaps.

-Of secret ingredients. -Our own recipe.

Now, sister, we must give dear Papa credit.

-It's only fair. -Of course, dear.

Don't tell me your father was a jelly maker?

Heavens, no. Papa was a judge.

But he had a recipe for jelly?

Not precisely. But he was inventive.

Oh.

Like Thomas Alva Edison.

The comparison would have pleased him, sister.

Suppose we put your jelly over here

in the Family Recipe section.

A decision worthy of Solomon, my dear.

-I'll take that. -Thank you.

Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Sister, I feel like having our fortunes told.

I've never had much faith in gypsies...

...since that one in Budapest saw that sea captain in my palm.

-But if you want to.... -Sister, let's!

Were all them teeth really his, or were they store-bought?

They're his own alright.

But sometimes seemed like he had more than his fair share.

You got close enough so you could tell?

Teddy Roosevelt always talked to all of us Rough Riders.

Nothing highfalutin about him, no siree, horsetail bob nag, no.

-Is that a fact? -He's as common as an old shoe.

I remember one night, just before San Juan Hill, it was.

We're sitting around the campfire

telling stories, singing.

We looked up all of a sudden, and there he stood...

...singing right along with us.

Oh, he was a nice man.

-Hi, G.W. -Hi.

Hello, Martha Rose.

How's every little thing, Mary Ellen?

Every little thing is just fine.

Martha Rose entered her brownies.

They're the best I ever tasted.

I used cashews instead of walnuts.

I'm not partial to cashews myself.

-I know some who are. -It takes all kinds.

Well, what got into Mary Ellen?

Gosh, who knows?

You in that famous charge, Mr. Walton?

-What charge was that? -Up San Juan Hill.

Sure, I was right up behind him, leading the charge

and giving the rebel yell.

Now you're fooling.

-No, it's a fact. -And you didn't get hit?

Well, no, not till we got right up to the top of the ridge.

Then some Spaniard plugged me right in the.... No...

...I think it was the right knee.

It happened so long ago, I almost forgot.

We've got two celebrities with us here today.

And who's the other one?

-Oscar Cockrell. -Him?

I hope you're not calling me a liar, Esther Walton.

I wouldn't think of it.

All I'm saying is, that's the same quilt

you showed back in '29.

And I tell you, it's one like it, and I made it since.

It's beginning to fray. See?

That swatch was frayed when I sewed it in.

Ladies, please!

-Yours is much prettier. -That's beside the point.

Where's my husband?

He's over there talking to some men.

Grandma, I never knew he met Teddy Roosevelt...

...during the Spanish-American War.

As far as I know, he didn't.

He's over there saying he rode right behind him

on the charge up San Juan Hill.

Zeb was always a good storyteller.

If a thing didn't happen, he made it happen when he told it.

Maybe that's where you get your talent.

It's not like Grace Patterson and her stories.

Don't worry about it, she hasn't won yet.

Come on, let's go get some coffee.

-Still watching the pig, huh? -Mm-hm.

-Why don't you go to the fair? -I'm keeping him company.

Listen, Ben, I'll sit with him awhile, alright?

I spent my dime already anyway.

-Okay, you wanna? -Sure, go on.

-Thanks a lot. -Have a good time.

I will.

Hey, Rover.

I'll get it. What's that number up there?

-Five hundred. -Five hundred.

Thing is fast.

Come on, Oscar, you can do it.

Oh, no. No.

Okay, here.

Hold my coat, John-Boy.

You're ready?

Okay, we're ready.

Didn't move it a knot, Oscar.

Try it again. You can do it.

Five hundred.

It didn't slip that time, did it?

I guess I inherited my muscles from my mother.

Walton, you're next.

It's not fair. I got too much practice swinging that axe.

You try it.

-No, I don't want to. -Come on, John-Boy.

Come on, Daddy.

Alright, I'll give it a try.

Come on, knock it off.

Well, well, well.

Alright.

Why, Miss Emily and Miss Mamie, is this what I think it is?

Our secret recipe.

Positively intoxicating.

Alright, here we go.

What're you gonna have as a prize?

-I want the elephant. -I want the rabbit.

-An elephant, a rabbit.... -Here we go.

There'll be another time for you, Esther.

If you mean like there was another time for you

I wouldn't stoop--

I told you, this is a new one made from the same pattern.

Alright, if it's so new...

...where did that piece come from?

Well, let me see...

...that must have been....

You see, you've forgotten.

Now, I can remember every square inch in mine.

There's Livie's dress, there's my old comforter...

...there's Zebulon's wedding shirt, there are my bloomers.

Now, they look alike.

And the texture's the same...

...but there's something about this one.

The flavor of the icing.

-I can't place it. -I can't either...

...but it's habit-forming.

What do you think?

There's no doubt in my mind. This one, here.

I couldn't agree with you more. Harriet, what about you?

That makes it unanimous.

Mrs. Walton.

Congratulations, Mrs. Walton.

Thank you.

I hope you'll give me your recipe.

I will if you tell me where you have your hair done.

Burgess' Beauty Salon, it's called.

-Tell them Mrs. Miller sent you. -Thank you.

Olivia, promise me one thing.

Send me a snapshot as soon as you get your hair cut.

I may be silly and vain, but I want to try it at least once.

We've been having hard times here in Jefferson County

like every place else.

But it's time we get somebody down there in Richmond...

...who can speak up for us.

I'm not much of a talker, as you all know...

...I'm gonna let Mr. Cockrell speak for himself.

Here he is, Mr. Oscar Cockrell.

My good friends...

...my good neighbors...

...we have a friend in the White House these days.

He was sent to us when we were sorely tried and afraid.

He has brought us the NRA, the CCC...

...the WPA. Yes, he's a good friend.

But one man alone cannot reach into every town, every hamlet...

...every mountain community.

Come on, Oscar, why don't you tell us

something we don't already know?

He needs help.

Help from men in every branch of government.

-And you wanna be that help? -He does, Oscar.

Give him a chance, George, we do need help down here.

Go on, Oscar.

Let him say what he means, then.

Mister, you out there...

...I do want to be that help. I grew up in these parts...

...I know these dogwood hills, the red-clay earth...

...and the air so clean and fresh

you can hear a whippoorwill all the way to Lovingston.

We are not strangers!

Some of you out there have known me all my life.

Right out there now is Miss Emily Baldwin

and Miss Mamie Baldwin.

And then there are the Waltons.

John and Olivia.

And their beautiful family. I feel...

...that I know all of you. And I know

some of the problems you have up here.

Yes, I want to break some balloons, too. In Richmond.

And if you've got problems, I want to make them...

...my problems, too.

I want to get down in the State Legislature...

...and tell them your wants, your needs...

...and see to it that you get them.

I'm gonna get that pig!

Come on, Mr. Porter.

Come here, pig.

Now I've got you.

Get him!

Wait a minute!

Come here!

-Where'd you get that pig, boy? -It was a present.

That's some present. That's my pig. Look here.

That's my mark. That's my pig.

George, you don't wanna call Ben here a thief, do you?

I'm saying, this here is my property.

Yeah, he's right, Walton. Them's Porter's marks, okay.

Alright, George. Say what, I'll buy him from you.

How much do you want?

$10.

$10, George?

That pig's not worth more than $5, George.

Besides, you didn't fatten him up any.

I'll give you $5. Ben here wants to go in the hog business.

That's stealing.

-But I'll take it. -Pay you next week. Come on.

Next week? You want this pig, you pay me now.

-Gotta get some firewood. -Now, if you want the pig.

Real neighborly of you to offer to wait, Mr. Porter

but there's no need. Here's the money we owe you.

Alright, there's your pig.

Thank you.

Put the rope around his neck.

I wanted you to have that money for yourself.

What could I buy that I haven't already got?

Mama, will you teach me how to make brownies?

Yes, dear, but not right now.

Olivia, John...

...it's been a great day and I hope to see you all real soon.

-Good luck, Oscar. -Thank you.

Alright, here we go.

-We're all your constituents. -Bye.

Is this yours?

Come on back.

Turn it right.

-Come on back. Ho! -Watch out.

Good luck on the elections.

Thanks, I think I'm gonna enjoy the fight.

Enjoy it? You might even win it.

-I'm willing! -Let's hope so.

Bye, Oscar!

Many people were to touch our lives.

Hard times, sickness...

...and survival in a harsh decade

were still ahead of us...

...but we weathered them, and we endured them...

...because the love of my parents for each other...

...and for my brothers and sisters

made our family invulnerable.

I did not know it then, but they were the best days

of our lives.

Daddy, did you like brownies when you were a boy?

Every little boy likes brownies.

I wish you'd told me that.

You might have popped the question sooner.

Time to learn one of the facts of life, Mary Ellen.

A boy seldom marries a girl on account of her brownies.