All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S04E22.The.Quilting.WEBRip.x264-ION10

On Walton's Mountain,
as our parents had before us,

we grew up taking for granted

the traditions that
shaped our lives.

When my sister Mary Ellen
took a stand against

a solemn mountain custom,

it was a rebellion that rattled
the complacency of generations.

She was 17,
but the custom was older

than even my grandmother
could remember.

Grandma.

-Hello.
-Hi, Grandma.

I haven't been gone all winter,
you know.

If you young ones would
clear out, and stop pawing her,

I'd appreciate putting an arm
around my favorite wife.

Esther, I missed you.

Well, it's good to be home, Zeb.

Did you bring us anything,
Grandma?

You're lucky,
I didn't bring the bronchitis.

Martha Corinne had it bad.

Sounds like you
brought us some anyway.

With an angel of mercy
like you dancing attendance,

Martha Corrine ought to be up

and climbing back up her
mountain by now.

Did you put mustard plaster
on her?

Of course. How else
do you think she got well?

Poor Martha Corinne.

Hey, Grandpa.

Why don't you take the day off
and spend it with Grandma?

-Yeah, Grandpa.
-No.

No, let the womenfolks
talk it over first.

I propose we glue the furniture
together

before your daddy
gets back from town.

-Good idea. Come on, Ben.
-Come on.

Besides, I wouldn't want to
spoil your grandma

by letting her know,
just how much I missed her.

It doesn't make sense,
Martha Corinne over there

in Brightwood by herself.
The bottom drawer, dear.

She's a stubborn woman. You'll
never convince her of that.

I don't know how she can stand
the quiet.

A house needs voices.

This house has plenty of that,
that's for sure.

We missed you, Grandma.

Especially doing the dishes
and hanging out the wash.

Well, surprised you didn't
save them for me.

What are these for?

They're squares
for Mary Ellen's quilt.

Martha Corinne made this one.

Did you ever see
such fine stitching?

And this is from Margaret Brent.

Appliquéd butterfly.

And the next one.
This is Cousin Estelle's.

-And Cousin Nora May's.
-They're beautiful, Grandma.

Yeah. Well, now I have enough
to finish Mary Ellen's quilt top

and we can get on
with the quilting.

I already told you,
I'm not gonna have a quilting.

-Oh, don't be foolish.
-Why am I being foolish?

Well, because as long as
anybody can remember,

when a girl reached
a certain age,

the women got together
and made her a quilt.

And you've already
passed that age.

Good. Then let's just
forget about it.

Well, now, that's easier said
than done,

with Martha Corinne reminding me
that it's way overdue,

and your cousin Leona waiting
to have her quilting party.

-Well, I'm not stopping her.
-Oh, yes, you are.

You're older than she is.

And it wouldn't look right
if she had hers before you.

Well, I think
the whole thing is stupid.

It's a lovely tradition,
Mary Ellen.

-I think it's kind of romantic.
-Well, good, then you have it.

I'm sorry, Grandma.

She does seem kind of set
against it.

I wouldn't push it just now.

Well, somebody has to push her.

She'll be going
to that school in the fall.

And it has to be quick or never.

Well, it just might be never
if she gets her back up.

"They told her how,
upon St. Agnes' Eve

"Young virgins would have
visions of delight

"And soft adorings
from their loves receive

"Upon the honey'd

"Soft adorings from their loves
receive upon the honey'd middle"

Mary Ellen,
when are you gonna learn.

To come in here, you knock!

Well, you never used to mind
when I saw you in BVDs.

I mind. I mind.

Jeez.

-What's the matter with you?
-It's Grandma.

Grandma? She's only
been home 10 minutes.

You two scrapping already?

She's talking about that
quilting again.

Never could understand

what you've got
against that thing.

Well, what do I need
a quilt for?

-Put in your hope chest, silly.
-I don't have one.

Well, you will.

I've better things to do
than sit around hoping.

Mary Ellen, everybody knows that
you're going to nursing school.

There's no reason in the world

why you can't live your own life
and go along with the old ways.

I don't like
what the old ways stand for.

It means I'm available.

What about those coming-out
parties they have in Richmond?

It's all the same thing.

Mary Ellen,
every society has got

some sort of
coming-of-age ceremony.

Well, how'd you like it, if all
the men in town got together

to build you a toolbox,

and what you really needed
was a typewriter?

Maybe you can get the ladies
to knit you a hot water bottle.

"The boy cried out in terror
shrill, 'My path has given way

"'Oh, deep the pit,
oh, steep the hill,

"I'm falling, help me, pray'

"The man reached
out a stalwart hand

"'Take hold, 'he boldly hailed

"And led the youth
to firmer land

"where truth and right
prevailed"

-Inspirational.
-Incredible.

That's all for today, ladies.

Be with us tomorrow
as we explore

another shelf of
The Poetry Pantry,

brought to you by the makers
of Blue Ridge Bluing,

the home laundry aid
that discourages a dingy wash.

And remember, the deadline
for our weekly contest

is midnight tomorrow.

May I...

And now friends, in radio...

What's all of this here,
Grandma?

I'm entering that contest
he was talking about.

What do you have to do?

Just say why I like
Blue Ridge Bluing

in 25 words or less.

Twenty-five words?

Looks to me, offhand, like
you're about 9,000 words over.

I just want so much to win,
I just tried it every which way.

Read one of them.

Alright.

"I like Blue Ridge Bluing and
use it in my wash every Monday.

"I'm glad Monday follows Sunday,

"because cleanliness
is next to godliness."

I like that. It's got
a good touch of humor in it.

You mean it's funny?

Yeah.

Well, no, it's humorous.

Well, it's not really funny.

Listen, how about after supper
you and me go over these things

and pick out
the best one, alright?

I'd appreciate that, John-Boy.

It's a real treat,
store ice cream.

It's a special treat
to welcome Esther home.

We don't like to come calling
empty-handed.

John-Boy, how's your job going
with the newspaper?

Well, pretty slow, Ike.

I'm in the middle of a feature
on Virginia wildflowers.

I didn't know you're
an expert on wildflowers.

-Well, I'm not...
-I am.

Well, you can write the article
if you want to, Grandpa.

-Can I take your dish, Grandma?
-Make me feel like company.

They wouldn't even let me help
with the supper.

There'll be plenty to do
tomorrow.

Right now we're celebrating
the fact that you're home.

Well, Esther, if you're getting
out of your chores,

perhaps you'd take a walk
in the moonlight with me.

Sorry, Grandpa.
But I got a date with her first.

We're gonna go over some things
for that radio contest.

What contest is that?

Welcome to The Poetry Pantry.

Excuse me.

-What's the prize, Ma?
-$15 cash.

Hey, that's a fortune.

What you gonna
do with it, Grandma?

-Take piano lessons.
-Piano lessons?

Only kids take piano lessons.

Hey, how about me?

But you can already play
the piano, Ma.

I do not.
I fiddle at it. By ear.

When Martha Corinne asked me to
play something from the hymnal,

I couldn't even read a note
and I would like to learn.

That's a good idea, Grandma.

Something else we can't put off,
that's Mary Ellen's quilting.

Well, you'd better
just keep putting that off.

That's the first time
I ever heard of a young lady

objecting to her own
quilting party.

You might just as well
run an ad in the newspaper

announcing that
Mary Ellen Walton

is looking for a husband.

Maybe John-Boy
can get you a cut-rate ad

for the Jefferson County Times.

Or I could just put up
a special notice in the store.

You see what I mean?

It's not like that at all.

Well, if Mary Ellen don't go
for the quilting custom,

maybe we could do
what the Amish people do.

When a young lady
becomes of age,

they just paint
the front door blue.

Matter of fact, I just got
in a shipment of blue paint.

For her we'll have to paint
the whole house.

Very funny.

I have been reading

Coming of Age in Samoa
by Miss Margaret Mead.

And Miss Mead says that

if a young girl does not go
along with her traditions,

that she is forced to marry
an old man in the village.

And I know just the one.
Yancy Tucker!

See what you've started?

That's enough teasing,
everybody.

Nobody's trying
to marry anybody off.

This quilting seems
kind of harmless,

but if Mary Ellen objects,
you'd better call it off, Ma.

It's too late to call it off.

As the oldest woman
in this family,

I took it as my responsibility.

The invitations have gone out.

Mary Ellen's quilting will be
a week from Saturday.

Grandma, how could you?

She'll get used to the idea.
She'll be grateful.

Wonderful, Esther.

I'm telling you, they just don't
write music like they used to.

And if they did
I couldn't read it.

That's why I intend
to learn the notes.

If you say so, Esther,
but to me, that's something like

teaching the rose
how to smell better.

You've just been listening
to me too long.

If the concert's over,
how about you and me going out

and take that walk
to see the fireflies?

I'll go fetch your sweater.

Grandma, how's this?

"I like Blue Ridge Bluing

"because it touches my family's
laundry with the same soft haze

"that colors the mountain
near our house,

"and makes Monday's laundry
part of the landscape."

That's 25 words exactly.

That's lovely.

If I had words like you do,
I'd win for sure.

Well, there you go.

Well, I can't take this.
I couldn't send this in.

It's not mine.

Well, it is now. It's my
welcome-home present to you.

Good luck.

Come in.

Sorry to disturb you.

Could you help me
in the attic for a minute?

Sure.

It's been a long time
since I've been up here.

Can you hold that for me?

This is my hope chest.

My mother's before that and
my grandmother's before that,

clear back, oldest daughter
to oldest daughter.

-What's in it?
-Oh, memories mostly.

One time, it was
full of brand new things.

Doilies, scarves,
embroidered pillowslips

that wore out long time ago.

And that tablecloth
my grandmother crocheted for me,

the one we still use
on special occasions.

What is this?

That's the dress that I wore

when your daddy
first took me dancing.

Well, I'm surprised
he ever took you out again.

I'll have you know
that was the latest fashion.

I copied it from the
Ladies' Home Journal.

Lydia Lee, my first doll.

You'd be surprised
what you'd find in here.

John-Boy's first shoes.

This is a lace handkerchief

your daddy brought me
from Paris.

It's time to clear these things
out, Mary Ellen.

The hope chest is yours now.

I appreciate it, Mama,

but I can't think of anything
I'd use it for.

When my mama gave it to me,
I was younger than you.

It looked so big and empty,

like all those years
still ahead of me.

I had no idea
how to fill it or them.

Well, I know
how I'm gonna fill mine.

What's this?

Those are some sketches
I made in high school.

-You're good, Mama.
-Well, my teacher thought so.

He wanted me to apply
for a scholarship.

Why didn't you?

I fell in love with your daddy.
I had to make a choice.

I made the right one.

You're gonna have to make
your own choices, Mary Ellen,

and I don't expect them
to be the same as mine.

Still, the hope chest is here
if you want it.

Thanks, Mama.

I just don't understand

why Mary Ellen
doesn't want her quilting.

When I was her age,
I just couldn't wait for mine.

It meant that I was grown-up.

Mary Ellen is
a good, sensible girl.

She'll realize Old Dominion
customs are good for her.

What ladies are you inviting
to the quilting?

The women we're close to around
here who can thread a needle,

and a couple who can't,
the Baldwin sisters.

The Baldwins?

Maybe they would bring
the punch.

We'd wind up with a crazy quilt.

I want you to tell John
not to run the mill that day.

We want to hear ourselves think.

I suppose you want all of us
to vacate the premises, huh?

Well, don't you have
a delivery to make in Westham?

Oh, yes, indeed we do.

What's the matter?

-There's something in this bed.
-Oh, no.

Hot water bottle!

There's nothing worse
than putting your feet

on a cold hot water bottle.

I forgot I'd been using it
while you was away.

You did miss me, didn't you?

Remember that lace handkerchief
you sent me from France?

Yes, I do. What about it?

I came across it when I was
in the attic tonight.

What were you doing up there?

Going through my hope chest.
I want to give it to Mary Ellen.

Don't you think that's
kind of risky

after what happened tonight?

Yeah. I thought maybe if we move
it into the girls' room,

it might help her
get used to the idea.

Now that Grandma's
started all this.

It's just not easy, two women
living under the same roof.

I'll have a talk with her
if you want me to.

No, it'll probably do
more harm than good.

Grandma's a big help to me
and I love her dearly,

but I wish she'd remember
who's the mother in this house.

I don't know how you put up
with her sometimes.

Sometimes I don't know
how I put up with any of you.

You're gonna come to bed
or you gonna sit all night?

One roll of cotton batting
for Mary Ellen's quilt.

I'm glad it got here.

Esther's been fretting about it
like an old, wet hen.

Can't blame her, with Mary Ellen
on her high horse.

Mary Ellen will come around
in due time.

Worst of it is, we menfolk have
been barred from the premises.

No place to go,
and come home to a cold supper.

The good old days,

why, we could've
a cornhusking bee

while the ladies were quilting.

The only trouble is, this is the
wrong time of year for husking.

Sure is.

Maybe, Ike, we could arrange
a little pool husking.

Corabeth won't be around here
all day long.

-We could all get together here.
-That is a great idea.

I'm glad I thought of that.

And maybe I could prevail upon
the Baldwin ladies

to furnish us
some of the Recipe?

Yeah.

Howdy, Zeb. Ike.

Hi, Yancy!

Yancy, what can I do for you?

Laying in some supplies,
I got me a list here somewhere.

You're sure you didn't put it
in your other suit?

I hope not, because I ain't seen
that suit in 10 years.

Here it is, here it is.
I told you I had one.

Well, let's see here.

I need some dry mustard,
garlic buds, cayenne pepper,

chili powder, paprika,
peppercorns and Tabasco sauce.

Already got me green chilies,
hot chilies, green tomatoes,

horseradish, cider vinegar,
pork belly, beef cuts,

bell peppers, chicken livers
and squirrel shanks.

Sounds to me like
you're preparing

some of your special
Red Devil Chili.

It ain't no angel food cake.

Yancy, it is indeed fortunate

you should drop in on us
at this particular time.

And why is that, Zeb?

Well, Ike and I here

are planning a little
rendezvous of our own

while the ladies are having
their quilting.

And you have just been elected
to supply the provender.

The grub.

Our very favorite, Mr. Walton.

Seeing that box of mead
at Ike's store reminded me

I hadn't called on you dear
ladies for quite a spell.

I was just telling Sister
I must get my quilt square

over to Mrs. Walton today.
Now you can take it for me.

Well, I'd be pleased to do so,
Miss Emily.

Sister already finished hers,

but mine was such a delicate
design, it took much longer.

It depicts a swirling leaf,
quite like the golden ones

that showered down around
Ashley Longworth and me

when last we met.

I'm sure Mary Ellen will be
pleased to treasure it.

Well, if I know Mary Ellen,
she'll undoubtedly have suitors

considerably more reliable
than Ashley Longworth.

Ashley was not in the least
unreliable.

-He did vanish, dear.
-He had reason.

More reason, if I recall,

than Mr. Porter Sims did
when he vanished.

Well, Mr. Porter Sims
didn't vanish.

He was simply called away
by his work.

Sister was quite taken
with Mr. Sims.

Now, I do think that Mr. Walton
has more pressing business

than to be hearing about
our gentlemen friends.

A gentleman friend
Ashley Longworth

most assuredly was.

But Mr. Porter Sims
was merely an acquaintance.

Of course.

And very discreet
with his attentions.

Now, why am I standing here with
a jar of Recipe in my hands?

Oh, you brought it
for Mr. Walton, dear.

Oh, of course.

Mr. Walton, since you can't stay
for a sip of the Recipe,

we'll be very pleased
if you'd take that with you.

I am pleased to have such riches
bestowed upon me.

Why, this white liquid
is pretty enough

to be embroidered
on a quilt square.

Yes, indeedy!

The quilt square, Mr. Walton.

Oh, forgive me.

Yeah.

What you got there, Grandpa?

Well, I was down
to Ike Godsey's store.

He had a good buy on turpentine.

Never can tell
when you might need it.

What are you boys up to?

We're finishing this piece of
furniture for Mama.

Daddy's too busy.

Your daddy has been
busier than usual lately.

We ought to be able
to give him some time off.

How do you give
the boss time off?

I could start, you know,

by letting you boys take that
furniture order

over to Westham come Saturday.

Do you think Daddy would let us?

I might be able to persuade him.

And I have a little loose change
hanging around somewhere.

Might let you go to the picture
show with popcorn.

Hey! The Dawn Patrol is
playing at the Jefferson,

and there's a serial
with Tailspin Tommy.

I know some girls
go to the movies every Saturday.

Hey, you think
we can see them twice?

-The girls?
-No, the movies.

Well, I'll speak to your daddy
when the time is right.

I think he'll see the advantages

of you delivering
that furniture.

What time do the movies start?
I can't wait to find out.

-Thanks, Grandpa.
-Thank you, Grandpa.

* De Camptown ladies
sing this song *

* Doo-da, doo-da *

* De Camptown racetrack's
nine miles long *

* doo-da, doo-da day *

* Gwin to run all night
Gwin to run all day *

* I bet my money
on a bob-tailed nag *

* Somebody bet on the bay *

-They announce the winner yet?
-Pretty soon.

And now, friends, in radioland,

I'm pleased to announce this
week's winner

of our Blue Ridge Bluing
contest.

She is Mrs. Zebulon Walton
from Jefferson County!

-I won.
-You've done it.

Here is the winning entry
by Mrs. Walton,

"I like Blue Ridge Bluing

"because it does
what it is supposed to do,

"and not many things do that
these days!"

Congratulations, Mrs. Walton.
Your check is in the mail.

Well, congratulations.

That was really good. That was
right to the point, wasn't it?

Well, I meant to tell you,
John-Boy,

but I just couldn't send in the
one you wrote, it wasn't mine.

It wasn't as good, either.

Yours was just wonderful,
and I couldn't use those words.

Grandma, it was perfect.
I'm just glad you won.

Really, congratulations.

It's time to get supper.

Congratulations, my lady.

May I escort you to the stove,

Mrs. Zebulon Walton
of Jefferson County,

Virginia in the Old Dominion?

It's not easy to change
Grandma's mind, is it?

Well, I guess I just shouldn't
have butted in, that's all.

Don't worry about it.
You got that from her.

-This is gonna be lovely.
-Yeah.

I'm having trouble
with Miss Emily's square.

I can't tell which side is up,
which side is down.

They both look the same.
Which way does a leaf fall?

It looks fine, Grandma.

Anyway, it's the thought
that counts.

Well, I hope
Mary Ellen feels that way.

She still insists
she's not coming.

Mary Ellen has
a mind of her own.

Hope she'll change it
on her own.

Might help her to know
you'll insist she be there.

Grandma, I want Mary Ellen
to have this quilting,

but I'm not gonna insist
on anything.

If we'd talked about this
before, you'd have known that.

Went to pick up
Maude's quilting frame

and found out that
Maude comes with it.

-Glad to see you, Maude.
-Nice to see you, Maude.

I've been saving
my carrot tops for Myrtle.

They keep her well.
Where is she?

-I'll show you where she is.
-Got this letter from Ike's.

It's your winnings
from the radio contest.

Well, at least that's one good
thing that's happened today.

We might have a wake instead of
a quilting party tomorrow.

-She's still dragging her heels?
-Dragging her heels?

She's got her feet dug in worse
than a Missouri mule.

And you're no help.

I could make her go,
but I'm not going to.

She should go under her own
power. You should stay out of it

I wish the whole thing
were over.

When you've got a coop
with three feisty hens,

you're bound
to have ruffled feathers.

I am not a feisty hen.

Look pretty good
to this old rooster.

-Looks pretty good.
-I'll get it.

Well, hi, G.W.
Come on in.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Walton
first, if I could, out here.

You would? Well, sure,
I'll get him.

Daddy, G.W. wants
to talk to you.

-Here, Son, take this plank.
-Alright.

Mama, he's got flowers!

What can I do for you, G.W.?

Sir, I wanted to ask you if
I could sit up with Mary Ellen.

But I thought I should get
your permission first.

I appreciate that, G.W.
Mary Ellen's the one to ask.

The mood she's been in lately,

you'd better be ready to duck
after you ask her.

I always am with Mary Ellen.

G.W. wants to see you.

What is the matter with
all of you? It's just G.W.

Hi, G.W.

Here.

You didn't have to
bring me flowers.

Well, I thought it would be
the right thing to do.

G.W., what's the matter
with you?

I mean, we've had
plenty of dates

and you never brought flowers
and acted all solemn before.

Well, I heard about your
quilting party

and I wanted to get over here
before the others did.

What others?

There's bound to be
lots of others.

Look, G.W., I think there's
something you should understand.

I understand.

I'm not in a rush,
but my folks are giving me

some land to start a farm on. I
thought maybe you'd like to see.

You're very sweet, G.W.,
and we've been good friends

from way back, so I want to be
honest with you.

I'm going to nursing school
when the fall comes,

and right now, I'm just too busy
to think about anything else.

It has nothing to do with you.

I only thought
with the quilting and all...

This quilting isn't my idea
at all, any part of it.

Thank you for coming by
and for the flowers.

I'll see you
before I leave for school.

Okay, Mary Ellen.
See you later.

-Jason!
-Look out!

-Mary Ellen.
-Now look what you've done.

Look what you've done
to poor G.W.

Not to mention
how you've embarrassed me!

And all because of that stupid
quilt!

The word is out that
Mary Ellen Walton is available

for kitchen duty, housework,
and raising children.

Well, it's not true!
I have other plans.

You can go ahead and have
your quilting, Grandma,

but I'm not going to be there!

You'll be there.
It's your quilting.

No, it's not, Grandma.
It's yours!

Don't you ever talk to your
grandma that way again. Ever!

Lord only knows
what's going to happen tomorrow.

Grandma, I love you dearly,
and I don't want to hurt you,

but from now on, where the
children are concerned,

I'd appreciate it if you'd
remember that I am their mother.

Grandpa, you want to see
if we loaded this okay?

Be right with you, Ben.

Jim, will you close up the shop?

Sure, Grandpa.

Be sure and tighten
this load up real good, Ben.

Your daddy's sure to give it
a close inspection.

Ready to take off.

Is that your square?

It's a house with eight windows,

one for each of the children
and one for me.

And where's my window?

You're the door,

letting the good things in,
and keeping out the bad.

Well, that's nice.

-Well, it came out real pretty.
-John.

Jim-Bob and Ben
are all set to roll.

You want to come out
and take a look?

What for?

Well, they're gonna take the
truck on over to Westham

with the furniture in it.

And maybe take in a picture show
and some popcorn.

Come again, Pa?

John, how long has it been
since you've taken a day off?

Just as long as since you had a
day off, Pa.

Alright, I'll take one off for
you and you take one off for me.

Turnabout. You agree, Livie?

-I reckon you both earned it.
-Yes, indeedy.

Grandpa?

John-Boy's gotta finish that
article for the newspaper.

-He'll be down to Ike's later.
-Now we best be going.

The less your grandma knows
about this, the better.

-Pa, you're an old conniver.
-See you all later.

-I knew he was up to something.
-Go along and have a good time.

No, sirree, I'm gonna work
in peace and quiet at the mill.

Livie, I thought I heard Zeb.

Looks like the menfolks
have plans for the day.

Well, at least they won't be
underfoot.

-Anybody see Mary Ellen?
-Not since breakfast.

I was going upstairs
to see if the girls are ready.

Livie, I only want
what's best for Mary Ellen.

I know.

-Ready.
-You look very pretty.

Grandma will tell you
what to do.

-Mary Ellen?
-In the bathroom, I guess.

John-Boy, have you seen
Mary Ellen?

No.

Nobody else has seen her either,
ladies will be here any minute.

I'll l go look for her.
Maybe she just went for a walk.

Thank you.

Corabeth, honey lamb,

you'd better hurry now or you're
gonna be late for the quilting.

Now, don't rush me, Mr. Godsey.

Just a few minutes now.

I hope that you are not swamped
with customers while I'm gone.

I mean, what will you do
if a multitude descends

on this general merchandise
store?

I don't think we'll have any
problem. I've got help here.

Well, what have we here.
A fine group of gentlemen!

Now, what are you all up to?

We thought we'd keep Ike company

and maybe help him out
if he needs it.

Now, isn't that
right neighborly?

Get along and have a wonderful
time with the ladies, okay?

But now, dear, the canned goods
need to be restocked.

Don't you worry about that,
I'll take care of that.

And don't forget to bring in
those feed sacks from out back.

I'll take care of that, too.
Don't you worry about a thing.

Oh, dear! The front window
needs to be washed.

That's the first thing
I'm gonna take care of, okay?

Okay, now,
you have a wonderful time.

I bet it's going to be
a wonderful quilting.

Toodleedo.

Change this. Change this sign!

Sign should've been changed
a long time ago,

it's way out of date.

It's too bad
about Mary Ellen's headache.

-She didn't want to come anyhow.
-Never mind, Elizabeth.

I wanted a quilting, but Papa
insisted on a coming-out party.

What's a coming-out party?

That's when you make your debut
and are presented to society.

What a lovely evening it was.

All the young debutantes
in their white gowns

and the young men
in their uniforms.

I felt like a princess

descending that magnificent
stairway

at the John Marshall Hotel.

Mama, did you've
a coming-out party?

No. I had a quilting.

It's gonna be a lovely quilt,
Olivia,

but I don't recognize
the pattern.

Grandma and I made
our own pattern.

It's very original, Mrs. Walton.

Mercy me, Elizabeth,
my needle's gone clean through.

I'll get it.

Oh, Elizabeth.

Hope she doesn't drop the frame.

Oh, be careful.

Bless you. Well, lads,
don't you think it's high time

we had a slug
at Judge Baldwin's Recipe,

just to be sure it's up to
its usual high standards?

Man ahead, I always say.

Smells like...

Tastes like... My God,
it is turpentine!

Let me see that.

That is turpentine.

Ben came in here
the other day with a jar

just like this and he says,
"Could I've some turpentine?

"I want to refinish some
furniture."

You know,
I thought that rocker

had a kind of
special glow to it.

Mary Ellen.

Mary Ellen.

Hey, Yancy, you better keep
the lid on this Red Devil Chili.

It's likely to take the paint
off the ceiling.

Hey, Zeb, why don't you
fight fire with fire?

What?

Guaranteed not to be turpentine.

Yancy's stump liquor, huh?

Jason, Moonlight Bay.

* We were sailing along *

* We were sailing along *

* Moonlight bay *

* On Moonlight Bay *

* We could hear the voices *

* Ringing *

* They seemed to say *

* They seemed to say *

* "You have stolen her heart" *

* "You have stolen her heart" *

* "Now don't go 'way" *

* "Now don't go 'way" *

* As we sang love's old sweet
song on Moonlight Bay *

* On Moonlight Bay *

We can take one more row,
Mrs. Walton. Isn't that right?

No sign of her?
Thanks for trying.

I'm sorry, Mama.

Mary Ellen, are you in there?

Mary Ellen!

Mary Ellen, you open this door!

Mary Ellen, if you don't unlock
this door,

I'm gonna go downstairs and tell
your mama exactly where you are

and then she can come up here
and talk to you herself.

I do not understand you, girl.

You come up here and lock the
door in the attic.

And you leave your mama
and your grandma downstairs.

You know what this means
to your grandmother?

She's invited all those ladies,
they're sitting there downstairs

and you come up here and lock
yourself in the attic.

You know how embarrassing
that is for her?

Grandma got herself into this,
I didn't.

Don't be ridiculous.
Grandma did this for you.

She's been to a lot of work
and trouble for this.

What about those women
down there,

you think they made those
quilting squares for fun?

Every one of those quilting
squares is a gift

they made with their own hands

just for you personally,
'cause they care about you.

How'd you feel if you took a lot
of time and trouble

to make a birthday present
for Mrs. Fordwick,

and she didn't even show up
to accept it?

It's not the same thing.

This whole quilting has just one
purpose,

to put me on the market
for marriage.

Well, I am not on the market.

I'm not a piece of merchandise,

and I'm not going to give up my
self-respect and my principles

for a stupid backwoods custom
that takes away my rights

to be a person
and live my own life.

That's the dumbest statements
that you've ever made.

That is the stupidest things
that I've ever heard you say.

Nobody is gonna
take away your rights,

nobody's gonna make you do
anything you don't wanna do.

And having this quilting
is not gonna ruin your life.

The only thing it is, is a gift.

That's all it is. It's a gift
from those ladies,

something that you'll have with
you for the rest of your life

to remind you of people
who were close to you

and who you're fond of
while you're growing up.

That's the only thing it means,
Mary Ellen.

Well, that's what
it means to you.

But to everybody else, it means
I'm looking for a husband.

Just a bunch of women getting
together

to help another helpless,
unattached woman find a man.

Alright, I really don't care
what you do.

Just seems to me you could put
yourself out a little bit

for your grandma, seeing as
how this is important to her.

In a few days,
she'll forget about it.

She'll never forget about it,
Mary Ellen.

-Then it's just too bad.
-You'll never forget it, either.

-You'd better go now, John-Boy.
-Yeah, I'd better go now.

You know something,

if you and your grandma was to
have a stubborn contest,

I'd be hard-pressed to decide
which one of you was the winner.

But I'm not worried about you
'cause you're gonna be alright.

It's the split between your mama
and grandma that worries me.

And that's gonna be
a long time mending.

Why don't you think about that
for a little while?

Ouch!

They say it's bad luck
to get blood on a quilt.

Well, I wouldn't worry
too much about that.

My fourth cousin Jessie

cut her hand on a pair of
scissors at her quilting party,

then had 11 children, outlived
three husbands, died rich at 94.

I often thought
I'd like to marry again,

but it's pretty hard
to find a man at my age.

It's hard to find a man
at any age.

Well, John-Boy.
You think you'd like to join us?

Well, thank you very much,
Mrs. Brimmer,

but I'd be sure to spoil

all of the beautiful needlework
that you ladies have done today.

Time was when the menfolk
on the frontier

could sew as fine a seam as the
ladies.

They had to.
Stores and women were scarce.

Mary Ellen,
you sure look pretty.

Headache better?

-Isn't it a lovely quilt?
-It'll be finished quickly now.

May I sit next to you, Grandma?

You better not sit
anywhere else.

What's this?

Little something for your
hope chest. Open it later.

Grandma, this is your money
for your piano lessons.

Jason can teach me
everything I have to learn.

Thank you.

Here's your needle.

John Walton will have to
run them all off with a stick.

Who is that, Sister?

All the young gentlemen
that will be coming to call

now that Mary Ellen has had
her quilting.

* In the sky the bright stars
glittered *

* On the bank the pale moon
shone *

* It was from Aunt Dinah's
quilting party *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

* It was from Aunt Dinah's
quilting party *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

* On my arm
a soft hand rested *

* Rested light as ocean foam *

* It was from Aunt Dinah's
quilting party *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

* On my life new hopes
were dawning *

* And those hopes have lived
and grown *

* It was from Aunt Dinah's
quilting party *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

* I was seeing Nellie home *

There may not have been true
harmony

in the singing that evening,

but we could feel it once again
flowing through our family.

The gap between young and old,
traditional and modern ways

had been bridged by something
we all felt for each other

an enduring respect
and affection.

Tell me about the picture show,
Jim-Bob.

Tomorrow, Elizabeth.

I saw it three times
so I won't forget. Goodnight.

When can I have my quilting,
Mama?

-Goodnight, Grandma.
-Night, Mary Ellen.

Mama, when can I have my
quilting?

We'll talk about it in the
morning, Erin. Goodnight, now.

Mama, I met a girl
at the picture show today.

-Looked a lot like you.
-That's nice, Ben. Goodnight.