All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S04E23.The.House.WEBRip.x264-ION10

On Walton's Mountain,
the changing of the seasons

marked the rapid day-to-day
growth

of the younger members of our
family.

With all the process of change,

there were lasting values
in our lives

as enduring as the mountain
itself.

But there came a time
when our values were tested

by events which came upon us
without warning.

Careful now.

While you're up there, take
a good look at the shingles.

Still can't understand
what that thing is for.

A lightning rod protects the
house.

Think I'll put one in the tree
house.

Daddy catches you up in that
tree house in a thunderstorm,

you'll need more than
a lightning rod.

Not very pretty, is it?

You can always train a morning
glory vine to grow up it.

-The beauty is what it does.
-Looks like a toy flagpole.

It's a pretty useful thing.

Lightning always hits the
highest spot,

whether it's a tree
or on a house.

Runs down the pole, here along
the eaves, down here,

hits the ground and explodes,
just as harmless as a kitten.

I think you put it in the wrong
place.

What?

Well, it looks like it'd bring
the lightning

right down to our bedroom.

Be just like old times, wouldn't
it, hon?

John-Boy, I'm ready to go to
town.

Yes, ma'am.

Grandma, I'm gonna tell Ike

you're buying at someone else's
store.

You tell him I'm comparing
prices.

Last time he charged me six
cents

for a five cent spool of thread.

It was so old, it kept breaking.

-Come on, let's go.
-Got your list?

It's all in my head.

There isn't a prettier place in
the world to keep it.

Been a long time you've been in
town, hasn't it, Grandma?

Right. I remember this street.

-Jefferson, isn't it?
-That's right.

This brings back memories.
When I was a little...

The Whitley House
is right around the corner.

Pull over, will you, John-Boy,
please?

Why, sure.

This house used to be a tavern,
didn't it, Sister?

Oh, never a tavern, dear.

More of a comfortable old
country inn,

where friends would gather

for conversation
and companionship.

Mr. Woodrow Wilson himself
was said to have visited here

after he returned to Staunton.

Papa used to meet
with his lady friends here.

Cousins, Emily.
They were his cousins.

Never his lady friends.

If they were his cousins, why
didn't they ever come visit us?

Perhaps they will, dear,
someday.

Well, Miss Emily, Miss Mamie,
how do, ladies?

-Good to see you.
-John-Boy.

Mrs. Walton.

Well, what's going on here,
ladies?

The Whitley House has been
condemned.

Oh, no.

Our papa used to come here
when it was a tavern.

-Emily.
-To visit with his cousins.

Well, I used to come here

after the Whitleys turned
it into a private house.

Some of the best memories of my
life live in that house.

Did you have cousins here, too,
Mrs. Walton?

No, but something very special
happened to me right there.

And under that window.

Oh, really? What was that?

-It's private.
-Well, excuse me.

Now they're gonna tear it down
and put up

some cheesebox of a store.

I hate to tell you, Grandma,
but it looks to me

like it's about ready to fall
down on its own.

Well, then they should prop it
up, not tear it down.

I agree with you, Mrs. Walton.

I'm going to have a talk
with that gentleman.

-Sir?
-Yes, ma'am.

I am Mamie Eudora Wingfield
Baldwin.

Joe Wheeler. County supervisor,
ma'am.

How do you do?

I wish to register my strongest
objection to this outrage.

Me, too.

These ladies were concerned

because they have many fond
memories of this old place

and they were wondering if there
was any way it could be saved.

I'd like to help you out.
But it's out of my hands.

-Whose hands is it in?
-It's in the county's, ma'am.

The owner lived in Atlanta
and he let it go for back taxes.

They put it up for sale
but nobody bid on it.

So now it's just a nuisance to
the county.

Hangout for hobos and kids.

That foundation is just
riddled with termites.

So, I'm sorry, we're gonna have
to tear it down.

Thank you anyway.

-Do something, Sister.
-I am considering, Sister.

John-Boy, what can we do?

Well, I don't know.

You could petition the county,
you know.

If you got enough signatures on
a petition

they might restore the place.

That's an excellent idea,
John-Boy.

Are you with us, Sister?

And, John-Boy,

you use the strongest words
you know.

Next thing they'll be wanting
to tear down

Monticello or Mount Vernon.

Hey, everybody!

Grandma, you'll never guess
what happened today.

You are looking at the only
freshman

at the Kleinberg Conservatory

to go into Advanced Theory
and Counterpoint.

That's nice. What is it?

Well, it's an advanced music
class.

And they teach theory, and
harmony,

and I'm finding out
all the things I need to know.

It isn't what you know
that makes you a musician.

-It's how much you feel.
-That's true.

Will it be alright

if I listen to the radio
tonight during supper?

-I don't see why not.
-Good.

There's a broadcast of classical
music

that Professor Thaxton
wants us to listen to.

Yeah, well, classical music
is good for the soul, I guess,

but I like a tune you can dance
to.

Something you can
put your foot to the floor to.

Well, barn dance picking is a
lot of fun,

but Professor Thaxton says I've
got to stick with

serious music from now on.

Country music has been
entertaining folks

since before you
or your Mr. Thaxton were born.

So you can't turn
your back on it

just because some
professor says so.

Wasn't gonna turn my back on it.

But I have to think of the
future.

The future's alright. But I like
to remember the past, too.

Zeb knows it's suppertime.
Do you know why he isn't here?

Just down at Ike's, Ma.
Don't worry. He'll be along.

If he isn't along soon
I'm gonna go looking for him.

Daddy, can I go upstairs and eat
my pie?

Something wrong?

That music's making me
lethargic.

Whatever that means.

I don't know what it means,
either.

But when I acted that way
during history class,

Mrs. Fordwick said I was being
lethargic.

-You're excused.
-Thank you.

-Me, too.
-Me, too.

I'm gonna go give Elizabeth a
hand.

Everybody going?

Maybe you ought to
turn that music down, Son.

Doesn't seem to be too popular.

I think they've all got tin
ears.

Little old darling.

Zeb, come and get your supper
while it's hot.

I've been all over the county
and not one woman

has got as handsome a figure
as you've got.

What'd you do,
win the Irish Sweepstakes?

-I got us a job.
-Well, that's always welcome.

-But don't pay one red penny.
-Sorry to hear that.

But for our labors
we're gonna get

some of the finest wood
there is in existence.

Tulipwood, satinwood, mahogany,

cherry, maple wood, and
chestnut.

Well, you can't buy
wood like that anymore.

How'd you come across
this wood, Grandpa?

I was down at the store
and there was old Yancy,

and he took me
for a ride up Rockfish River.

There was this old house.
They're going to tear it down.

I went back to courthouse

and asked if there's any
demolition rights as yet.

They said, "No, not as yet."

And I volunteered and we've got
us a job.

The Whitley House?

Yes, Esther.
How do you know that?

Because that's the house
we're gonna save.

Why would you want to save
an old falling down house for?

Because I love that house.

It was built when the town was
only a turn-around in the road.

When I was a girl,

the Whitley House
was the middle of everything.

I appreciate your feelings, Ma,
but if we don't do the job,

they'll just give it
to somebody else.

Well, I can't see it
torn down by Zeb or anybody.

So you might as well just forget
it. We're getting up a petition.

All the petitions in the world

won't save a house
that's caving in.

Well, good Lord, you could fix
it up and keep it as a landmark.

You know, Grandma,
I've been thinking about that.

That'd take an awful lot of
money.

I don't know if anybody's got
that kind of money these days.

-Whose side are you on?
-I'm looking at both sides.

And I can't honestly say

that the community could afford
to repair that place.

Well, then, why don't they just
let it die of natural causes,

in peace and dignity?

Ma, that's not the way
things go with houses.

Zeb, I have such memories of the
dances and the parties there.

The Whitleys had money, and they
used to ask

all the young people in, and...

Well, Zeb remembers.
Go on, you tell them.

Sure, I was there lots of times.

We went dancing there
when we first started courting.

Have you forgotten that?

I shook a leg at most every
dance in the county

one time or another,

you can't expect me
to remember them all.

There's not one single person in
this house

that has one penny's worth of
regard for the past.

It was part of my growing up.

I used to go by that house
every day on my way to school

when I was a little girl.

Yes, John-Boy, I was a girl
once.

Well, I didn't say anything.

And I used to look up at that
high window,

with all the colored, stained
glass, and...

Well, it just seemed so high,

above the clouds,
above everything.

One day they let me go up
and look through it.

And it was all agleam
in the morning sunshine.

And I used to wonder

what Walton's Mountain would
look like through that window.

And there's all that good
hardwood

sitting inside doing no good
to anybody.

We can't buy wood
like that anymore, Esther.

Well, you're just gonna
have to do without.

And what's that mean, Ma?

The ladies of the Rockfish
Historical Society

are on the march.

-Isn't that a withering thought?
-Pa.

Ma's got such strong feelings
about this.

Maybe we'd better
find ourselves another job.

You go get yourself another job.
I've got a job.

How many of you heard
Haydn on the radio last night?

-I did.
-I did.

We are going to be delving into
the hidden

textures and harmonies of this
quartet.

Now, an excellent way to do this
is by reducing the quartet,

so that it may be played as a
duet for violin and piano.

Do I have two students

to play the duet
at a recital this Friday?

How about me?
I know it by heart.

No, Felicia, you played at the
last recital.

Hollis, you take the violin
part.

Now, someone for the piano.

-Think you can handle it, Jason?
-Yes, sir.

-You play guitar, too?
-Not classical.

I play with a group called
the Haystack Gang.

We play barn dances.

Now let's listen to the last
part of the movement.

-Hey, Rosie.
-Hi.

Mr. Johnson,
you wanted to see me?

Yes, John-Boy, yes.

How'd you like to write
an editorial for me?

I certainly would, thank you
very much.

Is this by way of a promotion?

No, just that I'm getting a
little tired.

I may decide to sell this place
and move to Florida.

I'd certainly hate to see that
happen.

Well, I'll give you first crack
at buying me out if you want.

Well, thank you very much.

Well, anyway, I've got
something of a hot potato here.

Well, you always told me
that was the only kind to have.

-I did?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it's true, I did.

We're talking about the Whitley
House.

Maybe you've heard it's been
condemned.

-Yes, I know all about that.
-I don't want the usual stuff,

names and dates and facts,
and who slept here and all that.

I want you to get to the meat of
the thing.

"The passing of a style of
living."

Mmm.

-Something's wrong.
-Oh, no, nothing.

Not at all. It's just...

Wouldn't you know, my very first
editorial.

You see, my grandfather has been
contracted

to tear the place down

and my grandmother
is petitioning

to keep the place up.
Do you believe that?

You're gonna be
in trouble with your family.

-Yes, it's quite possible, sir.
-Good, good.

The best editorials come when
there are

deep feelings on both sides.

It's the only climate that grows
real truth.

That may be true.

And this one is certainly going
to be a whopper.

Well, Jason, maybe it's too hard
for you.

No, it isn't, I'll get it.

Elizabeth, I'm trying to
practice.

Elizabeth, we're trying to
listen to music.

This is music.

Oh, no, it's not. All it is,
is a bunch of noise.

Would you all please be quiet
so I can practice?

Jason, here. Come on.
Will you play that, honey?

Grandma, I have...

-I'm trying to practice.
-Just a few bars.

It's a song my papa played
and I haven't heard it in years.

I know this.

Played this with Bobby Bigelow
and the Haystack Gang.

I bet it sounds great on the
guitar

with maybe a fiddle going along.
Go on, play it.

Grandma, I have some practicing
to do. This isn't for fun.

You used to enjoy your...

Does that have to stop
now that it's your career?

All I know is I've gotta learn
this whole thing

by Friday, or else.

So I'd appreciate it if you'd
all just leave me alone

so I can practice, alright?
Please?

Elizabeth! Gosh!

-Why can't I see it?
-Because you're little.

I remember those parties
at the Whitley House so well.

The fine way the young men were
dressed,

smelling of brilliantine and bay
rum.

And the Japanese lanterns

hanging all the way down the
banisters.

The country music, the
dancing...

Does Grandpa remember, too?

I never told you this, Livie,
but it was on a spring night

at a dance, at the Whitley's
that

Zeb first kissed me.

And then he sat down and played
his banjo and sang a tune.

I won't lie to you, it wasn't
very good.

But, that night,

I think it must have been the
prettiest music

I heard in my whole life.

Yeah, well, maybe it means more
to a woman

to remember the little things.

But Zeb seems to have forgotten
the whole thing.

-You could remind him.
-No. No, wouldn't be the same.

But if that petition goes
through and we save that house,

then maybe someday

Zeb will just up and remember it
on his own.

Ladies and gentlemen,

in these days of Depression,
poverty, and despair,

it seems to me that it behooves
us to cling to the traditional,

the rich and the beautiful
relics of our past.

It uplifts the spirit.

It provides beauty and
permanence in our lives.

And, most of all,

it's a dwelling place
for precious memories.

Thank you.

Now, my sister Emily
and Mrs. Zebulon Walton

are going to pass among you
with our petition.

And I do hope that you will join
us in our struggle

to save this noble, old home.

What are you doing here?

Your daddy's off getting us some
tools.

Thought I'd take a look at the
new job.

Take a look at it from over
here.

That side of the street's
enemy territory right now.

Signatures, huh,
they're getting on petitions?

Are they getting any?

I imagine they're getting a few,
sure.

Oh, dear. Never thought
I'd live to see the day

when I'd be against your grandma
on something like this,

and her on the side of the
Baldwin sisters.

Well, life is full of surprises,
isn't it, Grandpa?

Miss Emily.

Mr. Walton, how nice to see you.

I don't believe
you've signed our petition yet.

No, I don't believe I have.

Well, that can be remedied
post-haste.

Just sign right here.

Esther, haven't you told her
yet?

-I was too ashamed.
-Ashamed?

After me going out on my own
and getting the first big job

I've had in many a day, you are
ashamed?

That's right.

You're trying my patience,
Esther.

I'm trying your patience?

Sister, I think we should leave.

Ladies, Miss Emily, Miss Mamie.

I know that you ladies

are all worked up
about saving this dear old house

and I don't blame you. I'm all
for saving landmarks myself.

Why, I've got my favorite tree
and my patches of wildflowers

such as I'm on speaking terms
with, I know how you feel.

But this case is different.

This old house is gonna be torn
down.

It's condemned, it's dangerous.

Somebody is going to tear it
down

and I am going to do the job.

Mr. Walton, you're going to
tear down the Whitley House?

That is just about the size of
it.

Sister, Mr. Walton's going to
tear down...

I heard.

Mr. Walton, I cannot believe
that I could feel so angry

with someone I have been so fond
of for so many years.

I'm sorry you feel that way,
Miss Mamie.

I truly am.

What've you been doing here?

Nothing, just some
simple thoughts and phrases

to get started on my editorial,
that's all.

Oh, dear.

Well, I guess I'd better be
getting out of here.

Grandma, you about ready to go?

You know, before I
met your grandpa,

I spent the happiest days
of my life in there.

When I was a little girl,

Mrs. Whitley used to ask us
in and then

bring out trunks with hats and
gowns from the Civil War days

and we would play dress-up.

Oh, it was a magical time.

Aren't you coming to bed?

I'll be there in a minute,
Esther.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm trying to figure out
what to do

with all that fine wood in the
interior of the Whitley place.

You still insist on going
through with it?

Well, we run a mill,
and all that beautiful wood

will make some exceptional
furniture.

Is it so important, a few loads
of wood?

Esther, this is not just any
ordinary wood.

Whatever you call it. We can
live without it, can't we?

Well, we've done without
a lot of things in our life,

but this wood
is something I happen to want.

And it doesn't matter to you how
I feel, does it?

Saving a memory
doesn't mean a thing to you.

These are hard times, Esther,
and we can't just eat memories.

What has got into you, old
woman?

I'm sick of this Depression!

And that we can sell our soul
because we've got the Depression

to blame it on,
and I'm sick of it.

You're just working yourself
into a state.

Yes, I'm wrought up,
and I intend to get more so.

What's going on down here?

Thought that new lightning rod
was getting a work-out.

I knew he was stubborn, but
this...

Ma, Pa, will you go to bed,
please?

-We can settle our own argument.
-Grandma...

Alright, come on, Liv.

I will not have any more words
with you on this matter, Esther.

-Go on to bed.
-Well, I want words.

-I want it talked out.
-Very well, madam.

What if it was this house?

What if it was our children,
our grandchildren

that had lived here, then how
would you feel?

That hasn't anything to do with
it.

We do not have sentimental
attachments

to the old Whitley place.

Well, I'm attached to it
and you should be, too.

Aside from the wood that I can
save,

that Whitley place is nothing
but a claptrap fire trap.

Well, I knew you could be
stubborn.

But I didn't know you could be
heartless!

She's trying to make me mad.

Grandma, let me try that.

I'm just trying to lift up my
spirits a little.

You're playing it in the wrong
key. Key of G.

You know I don't read notes. Go
on.

Your Professor Thaxton
hear you play that?

Well, I'm afraid they don't
think much of this kind of music

-at the Kleinberg Conservatory.
-It doesn't seem right.

You know, when I was young

and I was feeling lowly
and didn't care about anything,

I'd pick out the notes on that

and I'd be feeling better in no
time.

You know something? It still
works.

No, no, no. You keep it.

And when the feeling strikes
you, you'll see what I mean.

Well, there's work to do on it,
Hollis,

but you're coming along.

Well, Jason messed up
the whole second movement.

No, I didn't. I just changed a
few chords.

You're supposed to be
accompanying, Jason,

not improvising.

I thought it would make it sound
better.

This isn't your country
hoe-down, you know.

I'm afraid that Hollis is right,
Jason.

Improvising is for the Saturday
night barn dance.

I'm sorry.

I thought it would make it more
personal.

What was that?

I thought it would make it more
personal.

Well, I'm sure that

Haydn had his reasons for
writing this piece as he did.

Now, this was intended as a
dialog.

What I've heard so far
has sounded more like a war.

Now, let's try it again, boys.

You and grandma sure had a
set-to last night, didn't you?

Once your grandma gets her
dander up,

she'll go all the way.

That's for sure.

Tell me something, Grandpa.

What do you know about
this Whitley place?

About how long ago
do you reckon it was built?

Well, early 1800s thereabout.

A lot of fine houses built all
along the valley in those days.

Real craftsmanship then.

Why, they'd make a fireplace
mantle

out of one long piece
of curly maple.

Hand-carved and scrolled
into pretty designs.

In those days,
a house was something

to hand down from generation
to generation.

Isn't that exactly
what Grandma was saying?

That's true. But what the dear
lady forgets is

that a house, like anything
else, is something built by man.

When its time comes,
like anything else,

it goes back to the Earth
from whence it come.

Yeah, I don't think you're ever
gonna convince her of that.

Yes. That old Whitley place,
time has come for it.

It's like an old tree, you know.
Dead tree, rotten.

Ready to fall,
when the first wind comes along.

Maybe kill someone if it goes
down.

Widow makers, we call them.

Already, there, that house
is just

full of curious kids
running around,

that'd fall through the rotten
floor.

Tramps, they could
set fire to it some night

and spread the flames all down
the street.

That there lady don't think
about that.

One thing's sure.

Whatever you write in your
editorial

is gonna open up a basket of
snakes.

My editor tells me

that if something
is not worth disagreeing about,

it's not worth writing about.

You just write what your side
is.

Oh, I intend to.

-"Cost what it may."
-What's that supposed to mean?

It's an old quotation you threw
at me one time or another.

Henry David Thoreau, in case
you've forgotten. Which I doubt.

"Cost what it may. If I have
unjustly

"wrestled a plank from a
drowning man,

"I must restore it to him at any
cost. Even if I drown myself."

And I have no idea
what that's got to do

with the Whitley place.

-Halt, who goes there?
-What?

-What are you doing?
-I'm on guard.

-Who's the enemy?
-I don't know.

But there are a lot of houses
being torn down around here

and I'm not gonna let them get
mine.

You seem pretty certain about
that.

Well, I'm the landlord.

Hey, landlord, why don't you
come with me down to Rockfish?

What for?

We'll snoop around
the Whitley place. Take a look.

-Sure.
-Come on.

Leave your gun.

Think we should go in?

Well, of course we should go in.
The door's open.

I'll wait here.

You might miss
something real good.

Alright.

Hey, wait for me.

Hey, Jim-Bob, look at this room
in here, will you?

Like in one of those Dracula
movies.

Can you imagine the kind of
people

that used to live in a house
like this?

What about the people
who are living here now?

Half-human bats with fangs,

hanging upside down in the
basement.

Look at that. Isn't that a
shame?

Hey, Jim-Bob, look at this.
Pickwick Papers.

I bet this is an old one.

Might be trap-doors around.
Better watch where you step.

These rails are really
something, aren't they?

Hey, Jim-Bob, look at this.

See these marks on the wall,
you know what that is?

That's where they measured how
tall the children were getting.

Just like we do on the stairs.

That's how the vampire that
lives here counts his victims.

One corpse buried under the
fireplace for every mark.

This must be the backyard. Yeah,
this is the backyard out here.

I bet at night weird organ music
comes out of the woodwork

and ghosts dance all over the
place.

Talk about your woodwork. Look
at that.

They just don't make it like
this anymore, do they?

Look at the painting on the
walls there.

I bet we couldn't even turn out
stuff like this at our mill.

We're gonna open one of these
doors

and a big hairy arm is gonna
come out.

Really a shame to see all this
go to waste.

Jim-Bob. Hey, Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob.

I know what I'm going to write
in that editorial.

I know exactly what I'll write
in that editorial.

-Good. Can we go now?
-No. I know what I'll say.

-I've got it all figured out.
-Can you write it at home?

I wanna get outta here.
Let's go.

Yeah. Let's go.

This place gives me the creeps.

-Grandpa?
-Uh-huh.

-Supper's ready.
-I'll be in later.

He's chopping wood.
He said he'll be in later.

Here, I'll help you out.

Ben. Just stop it.

You shouldn't be doing that.

Zeb.

-We're sitting down to supper.
-Sit. I'll be in when I'm ready.

-I thought you'd outgrown this.
-Outgrown what?

Chopping out your anger on a
wood pile.

I'm not chopping out my anger.
I am venting my exasperation.

-Pure exasperation.
-How do you think I feel, Zeb?

We've had a lifetime together,
and you've...

You've forgotten everything
that I value the most.

I haven't forgotten anything.

I like all the old things.
Just like you.

The old houses, the old
mountains, the old books.

And if I had a few dollars in my
pocket,

I would restore that old house.
But I haven't.

That old house has been standing
there dilapidated for years.

Not a whisper out of any of you.

Where were you with your
petition then? Answer me that.

You're miles away
from what I'm talking about.

Esther,

if I knew what in the blue
blazes you were talking about,

I could enter into your
conversation.

But I don't know. And I don't
think you know, either.

That's twice they've been
yelling at each other.

I hate that old house.

-Somebody just here?
-Ike just left.

-Is that what I think it is?
-Your editorial is on Page 4.

-Have you read it yet?
-You should read it to us.

-Oh, no.
-Go ahead, Son.

I think you oughta
pass it among yourselves.

-John-Boy, we'd rather hear you.
-From the horse's mouth.

Well, alright.

You might regret it.

Page 4.

"An editorial
by John Walton, Jr.

"It is amazing how quickly a
town can grow

"right under the feet of its
residents.

"The symbols of the past are
swept away

"by a sometimes reckless
and irresponsible future.

"But we must be ever mindful

"that what is important to our
lives is never

"swept away uncritically
in the name of progress.

"Our roots, for good or ill,
are firmly planted in the past.

"Without them, like a poplar
tree

"torn up by a winter storm, we
would fall.

"And lying without proper
orientation to the sun,

"we would molder and decay."

So true, John-Boy.

John-Boy, where's that green tie
of yours?

Jason.

Yeah, I'll tell you in a minute.

"A controversy that has
split the town in two

"must soon be resolved,

"as we decide the fate
of the old Whitley House

"on the corner of Jefferson and
Elm.

"After a thorough investigation
of the facts at hand,

"there is not enough money
in the community at this time

"to restore the building,
and in its present condition,

"it presents a hazard to our
children.

"Given this situation,
there seems no alternative

"to the removal of the old home.

"However, those who have
awakened us

"by protesting long and hard

"over the destruction
of this historic old house,

"should take nurture in the fact

"that the wood that has graced
its rooms for so long

"might some day be
a mantel in their own home

"or perhaps in the house down
the street.

"Or it may become a part of a
kneeling rail

"in the Episcopal Church,
or the tables of the library.

"In that way, the Whitley House
could continue as a part of us

"in a way that the shabby old
building

"on Jefferson and Elm never
could."

Pa.

I've got work to do.

Well, it sure was a big hit,
wasn't it?

I think you wrote it well.
I'm proud of you.

You didn't expect to please
anybody, did you?

Oh, no.

No, I just thought an editorial

was supposed to make people
think.

I guess this one didn't do it,
though, did it?

When he reads all those names
on that petition,

he'll change his mind.

The people have spoken.

With 21 names, he can scarcely
refuse.

Well, if he does,

as Vice President of the
Historical Society,

I will move that we vote the man
out of office.

As President, I'll second the
motion.

Miss Baldwin.

-Yes?
-Yes?

The supervisor has asked me to
thank you and your group.

And he's sorry he can't do more.

He is going to halt the
destruction

on the Whitley House?

I am sorry, ladies, but the
demolition has already begun.

-Oh.
-Emily.

I don't know how I'm going to
face

Esther Walton with this news.

Grandma, aren't you ready yet?
We're about to leave soon.

Thank you, Livie,
but I'd just as soon not go.

Now, sitting here all by
yourself

isn't going to make you feel any
better.

Well, there wouldn't be any joy
in it, Livie.

I know, but Jason's expecting
you.

He'll be mighty disappointed
if he looks out in the audience

and you're not there.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

I'll put on my hat.

Mighty slow getting started,
huh?

-Hey, Hollis.
-Jason, did you bring the music?

I thought you had it.

It was on the rack in the
rehearsal hall. Now it's gone.

That Felicia. She took it, I'll
bet.

Well, can't you play it from
memory?

We practiced it enough times.

You mean you can't play at all

without the music in front of
you?

Look at them all.

Well, we've got to give them
something.

-How about Greensleeves?
-But I don't know it.

Sure you do. It's the one that
goes da da...

You don't understand.

I know the tune. I just can't
play it without music.

In fact, I can't play anything
without music.

Hollis, I'll tell you what.

This is going to be our recital.

-This right here.
-This?

Mm-hmm.

Go out there and do your stuff.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a
slight change in program.

May I present my partner,
Jason Walton.

Thank you.

Hollis and I will be performing
some classical music

from the hills of Virginia.

For next week, our advanced
theory class

will continue the study of
Haydn.

You remember him, don't you?

But perhaps for now,
we could have some more

of Jason's Virginia
classical music.

-Do you know Cindy?
-Start it, and I'll pick it up.

Okay.

What is going on in there?

-Hammering.
-Hammering what?

I don't know.
Grandpa's in there hammering.

I don't know what's going on.

-Where's everybody else?
-Still at Jason's concert.

What is that in there?

What is he doing?

Told you. I guess he's keeping
it secret.

Something awful mysterious
going on in there, Grandpa.

Yes, indeedy. John-Boy,
when your grandmother gets home,

ask her to pop into the bedroom.

Alright.

Has anybody thought about supper
yet?

Hmm. My stomach has.

Here they are.

-Hey.
-Hey, everybody.

You boys don't know what you
missed.

The concert was wonderful.

Wonderful? All that long-haired
music?

You don't know
what you're talking about, Ben.

Go on, Jason. Show your brothers
what they missed.

Doesn't sound
like they wanna hear it.

-Oh, sure.
-Play it, play it, Jason. Go on.

Grandma? Grandpa wanted to talk
to you. He's in the bedroom.

I don't know what it was about.

All he said was that when you
came in, he wanted to see you.

-Zeb?
-Well, you finally got here.

The Whitley House window.

Zebulon Walton, will you
never stop surprising me?

You always wanted to see what
Walton's Mountain looked like

through the Whitley House
window.

Do you remember that tune
from somewhere?

Yes. I played if for you on the
front porch

of the old Whitley place

when we went there for a dance
one night.

I thought about it when I was
bringing the window over today.

I remember something else, too.

Out there in the porch,
you reached up your arms

and you gave me a little peck.

You kissed me.

So I did.

Just listen to it, Esther.

Brings it all back, doesn't it?

I thought you'd forgotten.

The window was just the
beginning.

My father and grandfather

parceled out the doors
and mantels and paneling

of the old Whitley House
to our friends and neighbors.

Somehow, that bit of history
in each of their homes

brought us all a little closer
together.

Grandpa? Is the lightning rod
working?

You go to sleep, Jim-Bob.

I'll wake you up the first sign

that the lightning rod is doing
its duty.

Goodnight, Grandpa.

Esther, don't I rate
a goodnight kiss?

-Mmm. Well.
-What's wrong?

When you kissed me,
I'd have sworn a lightning rod

ran a bolt smack down here in
the room with us.

-Oh, you big talker.
-Goodnight, everybody.