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-Hey, I won! -You won?

I won it! Listen to this.

"You will make travel plans so you can arrive

"on or before May 5th, 1937, at the Naval..."

Come on!

"...at the Naval Air Station in Lakehurst, New Jersey,

for the scheduled arrival of the German airship, The Hindenburg.

Boy, you got to see this to believe it.

In the spring of 1937,

my family and I were totally unaware

that a truly catastrophic event was about to take place,

and that I would be there to witness it.

Sounds like John-Boy's putting another edition to sleep.

I think it's called, "Putting it to bed," honey.

With all that noise, neither one makes much sense.

It's kind of nice having some time to ourselves.

Maybe this is what it's gonna be like,

with Mary Ellen married, John Boy working on the newspaper

Jason at the Dew Drop Inn.

-Think you can stand it? -I'm sure gonna try.

Oh, damn it!

I hope you remember where you left off.

-I'll be back in a little while. -Where you going?

Just over to visit Mary Ellen and Curt.

There's nothing to do around here.

I thought you were working tomorrow.

That's tomorrow!

I'll be home early, I always am. Don't worry about me.

I got through telling myself how well this edition's turning out.

The minute I think like that, I know something's gonna go wrong.

It is this pedal, Son. Snapped right off.

Oh, that's great. I'll never be able to replace that.

They haven't made parts since Mark Twain was in the business.

Think I might be able to weld it.

Well, if you could, that'd sure save my life.

Your mama will be glad to hear that.

You figure it's worth a quarter-page ad

for Walton Lumber Company?

Well, make it a full half-page, alright?

-Good. -Good.

I'd say a quarter-page ad for six editions,

but a half-page ad for six editions will be just fine.

Yeah, be good.

Hey, now, what have we got here?

I thought it'd be nice to have a candlelight dinner for two.

That sounds great.

Maybe you could slip into that fancy negligee I bought you.

Maybe, after I do the dishes.

Why don't you leave them in the sink?

Oh, no. Not a patient.

I'll give them two aspirins and tell them to call back

in the morning.

Hi, Curt, how are you tonight?

Oh, alright, Erin, I guess.

That's good. I haven't seen Mary Ellen all week.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

Don't look at the arc, Son.

No, I won't.

Daddy?

Is there any way that you can get people to pay up

money they owe so as to take care of your own bills

before the sheriff comes a-calling?

Figure that out, you could write a book.

They didn't cover it in any of the economics courses I took.

I think the government calls it "deficit spending."

Did I tell you I got a letter from Porter Sims?

I've been sending him The Chronicle from time to time.

He sends this entry blank for a competition

the NPS is sponsoring for small newspapers.

-What's the NPS? -The National Press Service.

They send newspaper stories and clippings

to papers all over the world.

And every year, they sponsor this contest

for newspapers with a limited circulation, like mine.

What can you win?

Oh, cash prizes for different divisions.

And each winner gets to cover a special news event,

and the story goes in with his byline with all expenses paid.

-With your name on the story? -If I won.

They'd send it to all the papers that the NPS services.

Porter Sims thinks I ought to submit articles

I wrote on Mein Kampf.

He's right. You sure got your readers thinking.

-I was real happy about them. -Submit them. No harm in trying.

That's true. I probably won't win,

but if I don't, who's gonna know?

Mary Ellen.

-Hello, Elizabeth. -Don't disturb Miss Margaret.

You still play with dolls?

Sure. Dolls are fun. But I'd rather have a real baby.

Well, one day, you will.

That must be a pretty serious emergency, huh?

Don't bother her, she'll be through in a minute.

Oh, I wouldn't wanna interrupt anything as important as that

as to ask something as inconsequential

as why our monthly statements haven't been sent out.

Here you go. Almost as good as new.

She left her in the tree house and Rover attacked her.

-The peacock? -And Jim-Bob's mad.

He says, "Rover shouldn't be eating dolls!"

Well then, don't leave Miss Margaret outside.

Now, go on, scoot.

Mary Ellen, listen, no kidding,

I don't think you should leave the account books and bills

out there for anyone to see.

Don't worry. I'd hear if anyone came into the waiting room.

Hey, everybody. Hot off the press.

Left a couple of copies for your patients to read.

Never knew Mrs. Brimmer owed you for five visits.

Her feet still bothering her?

It's just Ben, Curt. He won't tell anyone.

Hey, wait. What do you mean, "Just Ben"?

You know I'm the circulation manager and advertising director

of the largest-growing weekly in the Blue Ridge Mountains?

Looks like John-Boy's printing press is working alright.

Yeah. We've gotten two editions out since Daddy's fixed it.

John-Boy heard anything about that contest?

No. He's just about given up on it. Hasn't heard anything.

How do you like this ad for the Jarvis Used Car Lot?

New layout.

It's alright, if you like used car ads. How's Darlene?

She's doing great. We're thinking about going steady.

Why, Ben! I didn't know things worked that well with you two.

We go out in the evening for a walk and then we park a little.

Whoa, Ben.

This is a splendid conversation which I don't seem to follow.

How do you park and take a girl out for a walk?

That's easy. Darlene can get the keys

to her daddy's used cars on his car lot.

The big LaSalle's the prettiest, Should see the beautiful blue...

That did it. That did it.

It's time to peddle your papers, Ben.

You getting rid of me?

No, I'm just gonna show you the door. And there it is.

And the outside is the first door to the right.

-I know when I'm not wanted. -Goodbye, Ben.

Ben was trying to be sociable.

I'm trying to run a doctor's office, not a tea room.

Just don't go picking on my family.

Well, they're my family, too, aren't they?

They came in the same package with you, the whole clan!

-What's that supposed to mean? -Oh, Mary Ellen, just...

Stamp the envelopes!

Jim-Bob, I told you to go get your daddy for supper.

-Yes, Mama. -No. I was just gonna beat him!

Ben, you go get John-Boy.

-Yes, ma'am. -Miss Elizabeth,

I thought you were gonna help Erin set the table.

-Hey. -How's Grandma?

-Great. -Oh, she's fine.

She sent us out of the hospital to go on home.

She gave me a list of to-do things as long as my arm.

Told me to tie the red raspberries,

divide the yellow violets and perennials, dust the bureaus.

She told me to remind you it's time to turn the mattresses.

She's feeling better.

-Oh, yeah. -She surely is.

We'd have been here before

except for a little surprise down at Ike Godsey's.

A special delivery from the National News Service, NY.

-For John Walton, Jr. -Hey, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Mama, I got a big test tomorrow, I was wondering if you could...

Oh, Lord, that's it.

I don't think the Lord's gonna tell you what's in it.

-Open it. -Alright, I will!

Aren't we eating... What's going on?

Special delivery. Came into Ike's on the last mail run.

Wait a minute.

-Hey, I won! -You won?

I won it! Listen to this.

"Dear Mr. Walton, congratulations,

you have won your division. $25."

-Congratulations! -There's more to it than cash?

Yeah, the assignment, of course.

You gonna go to London for the coronation?

He can go to Spain for the civil war!

No, listen. "Enclosed is a check to cover

"the travel expense for your feature assignment,

"which will be to interview arriving passengers

"who have just completed a trans-Atlantic flight

"from Germany to the United States.

"You will make travel plans so you can arrive

"on or before May 5th, 1937 at the naval...

Come on!

"...at the Naval Air Station in Lakehurst, New Jersey,

"for the scheduled arrival

"of the German airship, the Hindenburg!"

Congratulations!

Fellas, there's an article in Collier's by a man who rode

on the Hindenburg and I'll read it on the bus.

-That's a good idea. -Yeah.

You'll be able make it on time?

Well, according to the weather forecast, now,

there's a storm coming in from the Great Lakes,

so that could slow us down a bit.

If we drive you, we can all go!

You gotta stay and take care of the press.

-Yeah. -You write a good article...

-We'll see it like we're there. -Well, I'm sure gonna try.

-You should be starting on time. -I can't find my ticket.

-Don't know where it is. I... -Here.

Thank you very much. Couldn't have gotten anywhere without it.

No.

Listen, you gotta order that bold-face type.

-Okay, Ben? -Sure will.

If there's any advertising, take care of it, okay? Thank you.

-We'll be thinking about you. -Alright, I'll see you.

-John-Boy? -What?

-Your suitcase. -Nothing wrong with me, right?

-No. -Okay.

-Good luck. -Have a good trip.

Thank you.

-Bye. -See you later!

He sure is some lucky guy.

It wasn't luck. He's worked hard for this.

Yeah, but getting an assignment like the Hindenburg.

I'd call that luck.

Come on, let's go.

Hold him still, Mary Ellen.

-Ah, he bit me! -Grab him by the neck.

Not too tight, you might hurt him.

Thanks a lot, Curt.

-Oh, hi, Mrs. Brimmer. -Hi, Jim-Bob.

Rover had a splinter in his foot, Curt got it out for me.

It was the bird that was screaming?

Rover's nice to look at, but not much to listen to.

-See you later, Mrs. Brimmer. -Bye, Jim-Bob.

I don't mind treating the whole Walton family, Mary Ellen,

but I'll tell you, I gotta draw the line at repairing dolls

and operating on a stupid peacock.

You knew my family's big.

Yep. But I didn't know that they'd be here before, during,

and after office hours.

Well, what do you want me to do, close the doors on them?

Anybody home?

Nobody but us chickens, Mrs. Brimmer.

You got chickens in here, too?

It's my considered opinion, Joe, that the Nazis don't fill that

big old fat bag up with hydrogen.

They park it near where Herr Hitler's giving his speeches,

and all that hot air from Der Fuhrer

fills it up from stem to stern.

Well, that might be, Stu,

but it's good for business here in Lakehurst.

-Mr. Stuart Henry? -Yeah.

Oh, boy, am I glad you're here.

We had a storm, the bus broke down,

and I'm half a day late. Sorry. My name's John Walton, Jr.

Something told me you just might be.

Thank you very much for waiting. I appreciate it.

As a matter of fact, I didn't just wait for you, John,

but our leviathan of the skyways is floating around

somewhere up there, waiting for the weather to clear.

That's the same storm front that hit the bus.

My motto? "Take the train."

I'd reckon we ought to be on the landing field, huh?

Nah, we got time. Have a drink.

Joe, get this boy a drink, will you?

No, thank you very much. I'll wait.

Suit yourself.

What do you know about the Hindenburg, John?

Just what I've been reading in the magazines and such.

Well, don't you believe half of it.

Hitler's using that for propaganda

just like he did the Olympics a year ago.

Oh, I'm aware of that fact.

Don't get me wrong, I don't approve of anything he does,

but this is gonna make aviation history,

and as far as I'm concerned, makes it a very important event.

Well, maybe. But nonetheless, it cost them a fortune to build,

it's costing them a fortune to operate.

They're so scared of sabotage

that they got a whole troop of secret service men aboard.

It wouldn't take much to blow it up,

with all that hydrogen gas they carry onboard.

Stu, your buddy at the Navy base tells you it's time.

-Ah, good. -Oh, great, great.

-I ought to get us a taxi. -Why don't we go in my car?

Sure. I just wanna get the story, that's all.

Well, that makes two of us.

Joe, keep my stool warm, I'll be back in about an hour.

Hey, kid, relax, will you?

You're gonna get plenty of time to interview your passengers.

The customs men have to go aboard

and check everybody out anyway before they get off the ship.

Aren't we gonna be in time to watch it come for the mooring?

The hard-news story's mine, kid.

I know. I just wanna see it come in, that's all.

I know.

Don't worry.

I know 1,000 shortcuts around this town.

And I just happen to know a gate

that'll get us right down to the field.

You know,

you gotta learn to relax, enjoy yourself a little bit.

Good God!

Will you look at that?

I told you we'd be here in plenty of time.

Boy, you got to see this to believe it.

I'm not sure I believe it yet.

Oh, no. Thank you very much. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Jason.

I'm glad you're here.

Me, too.

Let's go home, brother.

Yeah.

The Progress says 35 has perished.

No telling how many are hurt or dying.

Worst tragedy in the history of air travel.

It's a miracle anyone survived.

I shudder when I think of John-Boy just being there.

It's a dangerous place to be, alright.

-I hear them. -You think?

Oh, it is.

-You alright? -Yeah, I'm alright.

Tried to get some sleep, but I swear the bus had square wheels.

You shouldn't have waited for me, Grandpa.

Your mother did her best to get me to bed

but I wouldn't miss staying up to see the reporter come home

with the story of the year.

Everybody's asking if we heard from you.

I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you sooner.

I fixed you a sandwich.

Have something to eat, then we'll all sleep.

Alright.

Well, the bus was right on time, anyway.

I remember the bus, one time when your grandma and I went

to see Bertha's wedding over in Hickory Creek,

and the bus was so long coming that when we got there,

Bertha was not only married, but expecting.

Better not let Grandma hear you tell that story.

Oh! I haven't had cocoa

since the night before my high school debating finals.

It'll help you sleep tonight, just like it did then.

Feel like I've been gone 100 years.

-Must have been awful. -Yeah, it was.

We heard all about it this afternoon on the Blue Network.

They still haven't figured out exactly what happened.

They say it's the end of travel by dirigible.

I don't think anyone will wanna go on it.

I know Esther wouldn't.

When's your story coming out, Son?

Next week, I guess. The deadline is Tuesday.

You ought to give yourself a few days

before you try to write about an experience like that.

Hmm, I'd like to.

If I was writing a book, maybe I could,

but this is journalism, and it doesn't work that way,

I gotta get it out while it's still news

or else it's not worth anything.

I'll start on it tomorrow, I guess.

No telling what surprises tomorrow might bring.

I'd like to be surprised with a goodnight's sleep.

John-Boy.

Thank you. Goodnight, Mama.

That goes for me, too. Goodnight, everybody.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Daddy. -Goodnight, Son.

See you in the morning.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

"Thou art more temperate and more fair."

-Hmm. Shakespeare? -Yeah.

We're gonna lie under a tree all afternoon,

and I'm gonna read sonnets to you.

And don't forget,

I like lots of onions in my potato salad.

What's got you feeling so romantic all of a sudden?

It's spring, you're beautiful, and we're going on a picnic.

Last picnic we had, you were with Miss Nora.

Yeah, and you were with old what's-his-name.

Funny, I can't seem to remember.

It's nice the way, things worked out, huh?

Very nice.

I'll just put old Mr. Shakespeare in here

beside the tuna sandwiches.

Honey,

you've got more than a dozen deviled eggs here.

Oh, I figured two apiece.

Well, I'm no mathematical genius,

but by my count, two apiece would come to four deviled eggs.

Well, Jim-Bob, Patsy, Elizabeth and Aimee wanna come, too.

-I couldn't very well say no. -Why not?

Because it would've hurt their feelings.

-And what about my feelings? -I didn't think you'd mind.

Honey, I married you, not Jim-Bob and Erin and Ben.

Every time I turn around,

Grandpa's coming here to talk about the Spanish-American War,

or Jason wants to play us his new song.

I can't stop being part of my family

just because we're married.

If you love me, you better love them, too.

I do love them.

All I'm asking is a little time alone with you.

Today, like we planned.

Well, I can't very well get out of it now. Besides,

Jim-Bob said Ben was gonna see if Darlene could come, too.

I don't believe it!

This family is like an octopus.

Sometimes I feel like I'm being swallowed alive.

Curt, that is the ugliest thing anybody ever said to me!

Mary Ellen, are we going on that picnic together or not?

If you go without Elizabeth and Jim-Bob, you can go without me.

You don't mind if I take my share of the deviled eggs.

Do you? I'll see you, Mary Ellen.

Yeah, come in.

-Hello, Grandpa. -Missed you for supper.

That's alright, Mama brought some stuff up. Come in.

No. It's about that surprise I told you about last night.

What surprise?

You come on down to the parlor and you'll find out.

I'm sorry, I don't have any time to go anywhere.

-I've gotta work on this thing. -Oh, no, it won't take a minute.

Do you good to get away from that story.

-We'll be waiting for you. -Wait a minute. Who's "we"?

You got a party going on here?

Ike, you're the chairman. You tell him.

Well, John-Boy, as you know,

Walton's Mountain is just a wide spot in the road,

and unpaved, at that.

It isn't very often that one of our citizens

gets a chance to go out into the world and be recognized.

Ashley Longworth went out into the world.

Although he never came back.

I'm afraid he doesn't count, dear.

Many friends and neighbors would like to be here tonight,

but, of course, it wasn't practical,

and so, Mrs. Brimmer and the Baldwin ladies and myself

were chosen to give you a little token of our esteem.

Mrs. Brimmer?

John-Boy, I speak for the entire community

when I tell you how proud we all are of you.

The Hindenburg accident is probably gonna be

the biggest story of the year,

and when your byline, "John Walton, Jr.,"

appears in newspapers all across the country,

we here in Walton's are just gonna be busting with pride!

Hear, hear!

And so,

"Whereas John Walton, Jr. has brought honor to this community

"through his continued journalistic achievements..."

This is written by Corabeth.

"...we, the people in Walton's Mountain,

"present him with this certificate, expressing our...

"Our deep appreciation."

Everybody, all your friends and neighbors, signed it, John-Boy.

And Yancy Tucker's "X" is right there at the bottom.

And Sister did the lettering and the curlicues,

a skill she mastered at Miss Theobald's Seminary

for Young Ladies.

Miss Theobald never could abide poor penmanship.

You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

Unless you wanna give us a sneak preview of the big story.

Why don't you? That'd be great!

He's been up in his room working on it all day.

-Was it gruesome? -Jim-Bob.

It sure sounded gruesome on the radio. The announcer was crying.

Why don't we wait until John-Boy has a chance to write the story?

That's a real good idea. See, I haven't finished it yet.

Well, perhaps in your own words, just the way you saw it?

-That'd be great. -Oh, please.

You don't know how many people call the telephone office

asking about it.

Yeah, come on, tell us the story.

Alright, I'll tell you exactly what happened.

I was standing there with hundreds of others.

We were looking up like it was some kinda miracle from heaven.

And it blew up, and a lot of people were killed!

Does that make any sense to you?

Is that what you wanted to hear?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Brimmer brought a cake. She wanted you to have a piece.

Well, I appreciate it.

Remember you'd go to her house every day after school?

Yeah, just about.

Pretending to show her your arithmetic,

but really what you were after was a piece of cake?

She saw right through me, huh?

-They gone home? -Yep. Children are all in bed.

Well, Daddy, I know we got real good neighbors.

And I'm sorry if I let them down.

Their timing is off, is all, Son.

Well, this was a big opportunity for me. I know that.

I look for material all over the place.

And I write what I see, and I write what I feel.

But what I saw and what I felt, I cannot write about.

I've tried, and I can't even start to write about it.

I don't know much about writing, Son,

but I do know about cutting wood.

And when the saw breaks down,

I just gotta close down business.

If I can't fill an order,

I just gotta say to myself, "I've done my best."

Well, thanks for the cake.

-Night. -Goodnight.

Ever wanna fall into bed with your clothes on?

-And not wake up for a month? -It's been that kind of a day.

Jason says John-Boy's upset.

He doesn't like letting people down, I guess.

Remember when all we worried about

was whether he was gonna get his second teeth?

That was important then. And this is important now.

It's funny.

You never stop being a parent, even when they stop

being children.

And the bigger they get, the bigger the heartaches.

Mary Ellen's back.

She and Curt had a fight. It was a bad one.

He left home, and he hasn't been back.

Oh, Lord.

Poor Mary Ellen.

Poor John-Boy.

Poor John.

"Poor John" nothing!

-Hey, Daddy? -Morning!

-You heading up the mountain? -Thought I might.

Everyone else's going to church.

-You mind if I come along? -Come on!

Thought I heard a typewriter this morning.

Yeah. I gotta send a letter to the NPS

explaining why they won't be receiving my article.

I can't even seem to write that.

Morning, Mary Ellen.

Morning, Mama. Thought I might as well start breakfast.

Don't you think you ought to be home fixing Curt's breakfast?

I don't even know if Curt's home.

Well, if I were you, I'd sure wanna find out.

You wanna tell me about it?

Well, if that's Curt, he's sure got some explaining to do.

Olivia, is Mary Ellen here? Can I come in?

I figured I'd find you here.

I'm surprised you care.

Uh, if you...

If you wanna know where I've been since yesterday,

my car broke down up on the ridge,

where I went to be alone by myself

because I couldn't be alone with you, and...

Do you know how far it is up there?

Well, anyway, I...

I walked back, tired, cold, hungry,

to find that my wife had gone running back to her mama.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

If you two are gonna continue your fight,

I'd appreciate it if you'd do it someplace else.

No, Mama. I think you ought to know what it is.

It's the family.

He's never had a family before, he doesn't know what it means.

Oh, yeah. I certainly do.

I do. It means Erin dropping in whenever she has a mind to.

It means doctoring a peacock

who doesn't even have an appointment.

It means never being able to count on being alone.

There are ways.

When John and I were newlyweds

we were living with Grandma and Grandpa,

and it seemed like sometimes they just went out of their way

to keep us from being alone together.

We'd plan a trip to Rockfish,

and Grandma'd remember she had a dentist appointment.

Or we'd go off into the barn for a little private talk,

and Grandpa would come in and get the milk pail.

They weren't doing it on purpose, but it looked that way.

I got so full of spiteful feelings.

The only way to get through was to think about that house

that John was gonna build for us.

He never did build it, though, Mama.

Just had to get used to having family around.

Was a lot easier once he fixed a way

to be alone together at least part of the time.

I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know how he did that.

Grandma gave me a potted geranium when I moved in here.

It was a spindly little thing. And stubborn!

No matter what I did to that plant, it just refused to bloom.

Anyway, when John put that plant on the front porch railing,

it meant that nobody was to look for us anywhere.

-It worked? -It worked.

Maybe... Maybe we should get a geranium.

I think I ought to warn you,

a couple of afternoons on that front porch,

and that geranium started to bloom, and kept on blooming.

There's nothing wrong with that, either.

Mary Ellen, are you about ready to come home with me?

This tree was struck by lightning, same as me.

Difference is, it was fatal for the tree.

I been meaning to get it down for two years.

Let's go to work.

"...Lakehurst, New Jersey, for the scheduled arrival

"of the German airship the Hindenburg!"

Watch it, Son! Here she comes!

Well, I was beginning to think the only thing

my hands were good for was setting type.

It's good to do this kind of work every now and then.

Something wrong with your arm?

Oh.

Yeah, I got a burn.

I forgot about that.

You know, Son, I was at Verdun.

There was a million men killed there.

One of them was my best friend.

It's a lot of suffering, no matter how you look at it.

I remember thinking the other night at Lakehurst

how I was lucky to be alive,

how I was lucky to be witnessing a historic moment like that.

I was saying to myself, "If men can tame the skies this way,

"it's a wonderful thing."

If you wanna know the truth,

when I saw the first flash, I thought it was fireworks.

I thought they were sending up fireworks,

it was some kind of a celebration.

But, then, the whole thing went up.

Daddy, I mean, it blew up.

It was like the biggest bomb you'd ever see.

It lit up the whole sky.

And the tail end of it started to melt into the ground,

and the front end of it come up in the air,

it was like a big whale coming up out of the water.

And then people started jumping out of it and started screaming.

The people in the air, falling through the air, were screaming,

and people on the ground waiting for them were screaming.

And it kept twisting around. It was like...

It kept twisting, nobody knew where it was gonna come down.

Everybody started running away from it.

Pieces of it were flying through the air,

underneath it, you could see the steel getting white from heat.

It was just white-hot.

I said to myself, "They're all gonna die.

"Nobody's gonna live through this!"

But then people started coming out of it.

They started running out through the flames, through the girders,

and their hair was on fire, and their clothes were on fire.

And that's when everybody started to run towards it,

the sailors, the ground crew, and I did myself.

We all went up there and tried to pull people away from it.

And there was a woman.

And this woman had fallen into the sand, the sand was so hot,

she couldn't even put your feet on it, hardly, to walk there.

And this sailor and I picked this woman up.

And when we picked her up, we saw that she was burned.

I mean, she was really burned bad.

And she was talking to us in German.

She was trying to say something to us in German.

And I couldn't understand what she was saying to me.

And I told her. I said, "I don't understand you."

And then I kept saying it over and over to myself.

"I don't understand it.

"I don't understand it."

I think you can write your story now.

-Finished your story? -Yeah, I did.

I figure if I mail it airmail special delivery

from Charlottesville, it might get there in time.

It'd sure make me proud to see your name under that headline.

Mama says come go to town with me.

Oh, no. That darn goat's knocked down the garden fence.

She can't possibly know all the work I've gotta do.

Go ahead, Pa. Do you good.

No, I couldn't possibly quit work today.

Oh, on the other hand, it's a handsome spring day.

A body ought to quit whatever they're doing,

and drop work at a minute's notice.

-We'll surprise Grandma. -Alright.

Where'd you get the geranium?

A present from Curt.

Looks to me like we're alone.

The children are in school, John-Boy and Grandpa are gone.

I guess we are.

Know what I think I'll do?

Think I'll take the rest of the morning off.

Pretty!

Forty years have passed, but that house still stands,

and the solace and comfort and love we knew there as children

continue to sustain us to this day.

Erin, are Curt and Mary Ellen ever gonna have a baby?

I think that's their business, Elizabeth.

I hope she has a girl, so I can be Aunt Elizabeth.

If it's a boy, you gonna be Uncle Elizabeth?

-No, silly, you will! -I'll be Uncle Elizabeth?

-No, you'll be Aunt Jim-Bob. -And you'll be Aunty Ben!

-Goodnight, Uncle Erin. -Goodnight, Aunt Jason.

-Goodnight, Uncle! -I'm sorry I asked!