All language subtitles for The Waltons s05e05 The Firestorm.eng

The writings of Adolf Hitler

are about to be introduced
into this community

through the sincere, if
misguided, efforts

of a young man we all admire.

Son, it's alright for you to
take risks for your newspaper

but I can't stand by
and see my family put in danger.

The quiet strength
of Walton's Mountain

always seemed to shelter
our house

from the rest of the world.

In 1937, it was hard
for our family and neighbors

to believe that we could ever
be touched by the trouble

that was reaching out
from Europe.

In Berlin, Adolf Hitler
assures the world

that Germany has no hostile
intent towards its neighbors.

Still, he continues
to amass arms

and armies
at a staggering rate.

Even the young are not exempt
from military service.

Why this tremendous buildup
of weaponry and military might?

Some say the dictator
has his eye on Austria,

its small neighbor
to the south.

Since the Treaty of Versailles,

Austria has been separated
from Germany,

but now Hitler has repudiated

the Versailles Treaty
of World War I.

Is this a step toward an
attempted takeover of Austria?

In his book, Mein Kampf,

Hitler vows to lead the Germans
to world dominance.

A dynamic, spellbinding
speaker,

Hitler exhorts
his devoted followers

to cries
of "Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!"

Hail Victory. Hail Victory.

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Okay, let's go.

We've only seen the movie once.

I got you all in free.

Let's not overextend the
privilege, alright? Come on.

Jim-Bob, come on.

And listen, thank you so much
for all those passes.

I've been real pleased with the
results of my ad in your paper.

The customers come in from
reading it in The Chronicle.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.
I sure am. Okay?

-Thank you.
-Time to go home. Jim-Bob.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure, John-Boy.

Elizabeth.

Thank you.

Mrs. Brimmer? Mrs. Brimmer, you
said something about some pie?

Yes, I'll take care of that.

That's fine. That's fine.
Alright, so we're getting the...

Wonderful. Fine.

So we're taking care
of the food.

John, Reverend Fordwick
is here.

Don't you think he ever hauls
off and kisses his wife?

Not on the back of the neck.
They're very strict Baptists.

Where do very strict Baptists
kiss, huh?

I've got no time
to talk religion with you now.

That committee meeting
going on all night

or is there a chance
of getting supper?

What's more important, Grandpa,

your stomach or the Jefferson
County Day program?

It's time this filibuster
was ended.

Grandpa.

Now, now, now, Liv.
Don't blame Pa.

He's just crazy with hunger.

-John.
-How are you doing, Reverend?

-John.
-All rested from your revival?

Well, I'm rested but still
exhilarated, Mr. Walton,

from such a rich
harvest of souls

-How you doing, Buck?
-Keeping just fine, Zeb.

Zeb, you'll spoil your supper.

Reverend, last year,
the committee bought the bunting

for the celebration in
Charlottesville.

Now, I'd just like to remind the
committee

that I stock it in my store.

So do we.

Then we could buy half of what
we need from you, Buck,

and half from the Godseys.

Esther, why don't you invite
everybody for supper?

We're trying to have
a meeting, Zeb.

Are there any questions
before we close the meeting?

Well, looks like it's closed
whether we like it or not.

Hi, you young ones!

Well, now, how was
the picture show?

It was wonderful!
It made me cry.

You should have seen the
newsreel. Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

-It's not funny, Jim-Bob.
-It looked funny to me.

John-Boy, don't be
stick in the mud.

I'm not a stick in the mud.
Adolph Hitler is no joke.

Politics. Yuck!

I don't know why these children
want to make a joke out of it.

The man's obviously a maniac.

Yet you announced
in last week's Chronicle

you intend to print excerpts
from his book in coming issues.

That's right.

Mein Kampf? Why would you want
to print such trash?

'Cause I think people
ought to know about it.

After reading your article
about book burnings in Germany,

I don't need to know any more
about Hitler or the Nazi party.

That's exactly how I feel.

Any man that would burn
the Holy Bible is a heathen.

In my opinion,
a responsible newspaper

should reflect the interests
of the community,

and passages from Mein Kampf
just don't belong.

Precisely. People hereabouts
are mostly interested

in the social events of
Jefferson County

and not some goings-on
in a foreign country.

Don't mind, I'll just publish my
newspaper the way I see fit.

Sorry, John-Boy.

I thought a friendly advice
might save you some trouble.

Well, we should be going.
Mrs. Walton

thank you for your generous
hospitality.

Good evening, Mrs. Walton.

As my husband says,
toodle-lee-doo, all.

See you in church, John.

Bye, Mama.

-You off to the Dew Drop, Ben?
-Where else?

-Be home at a decent hour.
-I will. John-Boy?

-Yeah, I'm coming.
-Hurry up!

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Mama, goodnight.

I thought you were
working tonight.

-I gotta do some research.
-Wait for me!

Don't tell me you're
marching off, too.

Well, I was hoping to.

He's gonna help me get some
advertising for the paper.

Well, dance halls have to have
advertising, too. Goodnight.

-You boys drive careful.
-We will!

You alligators do some
of those fancy steps for me.

Hey, look up ahead,
there's neckers!

-Shine your lights on them!
-Hey, Ben! Ben!

How would you feel
if you were out necking?

And somebody shined their lights
on you?

I think I've seen
that car before.

Yeah, it's David Spencer's car.

I wonder what Mama would say.

I don't think there's any reason
Mama has to know. Do you?

Fellows.

I've got to get you home.

I am home. You're my home.

I love you, Mary Ellen.

No, we have to be sensible.

You be sensible.

You know what'd happen if your
daddy came walking?

He'd shoot you.

Did anybody ever tell you
you're crazy?

No. Am I?

No, I am.

-You say that all the time.
-What's the matter, Jim-Bob?

What can I do?

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

Can't help you, then.

Come on.

Hey, everybody, look at Erin!

Erin's book seems to have
gone to her head.

Isn't she graceful, Mama?

Wouldn't it be easier without
the book?

This is how fashion models
train, Mama.

-So does Brenda Frazier.
-Aha!

I guess there's some point
to all that, huh?

I'm going to enter the Jefferson
County Day beauty contest.

Well, good for you.

Well, Flossie Brimmer told me
that the Dunbar woman

was coming up with a new wrinkle
for the celebration.

-This is her idea, isn't it?
-Yes, ma'am.

Well, good for Zuleika.

A beauty contest should pep the
Jefferson County Days up.

-Naturally, you'd think so.
-Naturally.

John, you remember four, five
years back

when that little old girl from
Satsuma, Alabama did the shimmy?

The one with the grass skirt?

You remember that one, Liv?

That was one sideshow I missed.

-We get to wear bathing suits.
-Good Lord!

Grandma, you can't have a beauty
contest

without some part of it
in a bathing suit.

It seems the Jefferson County
Day program got along before

without young girls
parading around half-naked.

Mama, we're not gonna be
parading around half-naked.

That's right. You're not.

Daddy.

I'm not gonna have you shimmying
around in front of strangers.

Does that mean you're not gonna
let me enter the contest?

That's the idea.

I never get to do anything
I want, ever!

You know, you're not
being fair to Erin.

I bet if she entered, she'd win!

-What can I do?
-Go to bed.

Good idea.

Liv, I mean it. I don't want
Erin in that contest.

Neither do I.

The congregation will be seated.

I have some closing
announcements.

Jefferson County Day will be
celebrated Saturday afternoon.

You are all invited to attend.

In these troubled times,

we should be aware of our roots,

and the hard work
of the early settlers

who opened up
this part of the country.

At the same time,
we must protect our heritage

against those
who would alter or destroy it,

and that's why I feel
compelled to mention

that the writings
of Adolf Hitler

are about to be introduced
into this community

through the sincere,
if misguided,

efforts of a young man
we all admire.

It is now believed that
the Nazis are planning

to remove the Bible
from German churches

and replace it with
Mein Kampf.

In the name of reporting
what is going on in the world,

it has been announced

that this book
be reprinted for us to read.

In Proverbs, it is written,

"A prudent man foreseeth the
evil and hideth himself,

"but the simple pass on
and are punished."

Our responsibility is to spread
love, not hatred,

to pass on the word of God,
not the writings of the godless!

I fervently hope that
The Blue Ridge Chronicle

will share that
responsibility with us

and use forbearance
in what it chooses to print.

Let us pray.

Come in.

You having trouble getting
your thoughts together, Son?

There's a lot to say,
but I wanna say it right.

Your mother told me what
happened in church this morning.

Don't you think Germany
is a little far away

to worry about
what's going on over there?

Didn't seem so far away in 1917.

No, but they learned their
lesson, then.

I don't figure they're gonna
start any trouble now.

You agree with Matt Fordwick.

I guess most people figured

The Chronicle was gonna cover
local news, Son,

leave the major world events
to the city newspapers.

Daddy, the world's
getting smaller every day,

soon, any piece of news
is gonna be local news,

and one book burning,
one treaty violation,

one threat to human dignity
ought to be reported

in every local newspaper
across this country.

I gotta be free
to pass on to my readers

anything that I think
is important.

That right's been done away with
in Germany, completely.

You know what Adolf Hitler says?

He says that free press
is drivel.

If there's a book he doesn't
agree with, he burns it.

He burns every copy. I don't
wanna see that happen here.

I don't wanna see that happen,
either, Son.

I'm proud of you.

Acting on what you believe.

"It was many and many a year ago

"In that kingdom by the sea

"That there lived a maiden
that was known by all

"As the beautiful Annabel Lee"

Annabel.

"And this maiden she lived
with no other thought

"Than to love
and be loved by me"

Grandpa?

Who were you just talking to?

Nobody.

Well, I was remembering
a long-lost love.

What would Grandma say?

She'll never know.

-Or will she?
-No.

Grandpa, why does our family
have to be so old-fashioned?

What?

Well, Florabelle Tait gets
to go to the movies on Sunday,

and her parents let her enter
the beauty contest.

Well, I haven't any objection at
all to bathing-beauty contests,

but I can see why your mama
and your daddy

wouldn't want a bathing beauty
in the family.

Well, they let the others
do what they want.

John-Boy can run a newspaper.

Mary Ellen gets to go
to nursing school,

and Jason spends all
his time on music.

Well, I suppose that's what you
call increasing your talents.

But I don't have any talents.

What are you talking about?

Being pretty is a real talent.

Grandpa, I know it would take
a miracle,

if I could enter
the contest,

I know I have a good chance
of winning.

Well, I don't know
about miracles,

if you give me a day or two
to think it over,

I think I could come up
with something.

Really? Thank you, Grandpa.

* When the ways come roling in *

* We go back and swim *

*And go flirt
and fool around the water *

* So why should we care *

* I wanna be beside your side
beside the sea *

* Beside the sea side
by the beautiful sea *

Zuleika, thank you.

I would've given anything to see
your figure in those days.

It was nonsense, of course,
but everybody said

I should've gone out
to Hollywood,

become one of those
Mack Sennett girls.

Why not?

But then, one evening,
Mr. Dunbar came backstage,

and he... Well, he just swept me
off my feet.

Mr. Dunbar's gain was
Hollywood's loss.

Zebulon, you do have a way
with words.

Anyway, it was that
first experience

that made me wanna stage
a beauty pageant right here.

That's a great idea. Great!

Thank you. And I insist that you
be one of the judges.

There's nothing
I would like better.

I have had considerable
experience in the past

judging pulchritude,
feminine beauty.

However, I don't believe that
Esther would take too kindly

to my responsibilities
in such a contest.

I think I'd best decline.

Zeb, you know, I am
disappointed.

But may I make a suggestion?

Of course! Anything, Zebulon!

There you are, Mrs. B.

Good morning, Zeb.
What brings you by?

Well, I got your rocker fixed,

I thought I'd bring it by
personally.

Well, I certainly appreciate it.

You thatched it perfectly, too.

Zuleika here has been
entertaining me.

I don't doubt it a bit.

-By the way, Zeb...
-Yeah?

Is John-Boy still planning to
write that Hitler article

he was talking about?

As far as I know, I think he
just has to set it to type.

Zebulon, I'm anxious to hear
your ideas

about the beauty pageant.

Excuse me.

It wasn't my idea, Zuleika.

I got the notion from seeing
you do that little number.

You flatterer!

Come in.

Alright if I come in,
John-Boy?

Mrs. Brimmer. Of course.

This is where
you do your printing?

Yeah, this is it.

That's my press right there.
I shouldn't say it's my press.

Mostly, it still belongs
to Mr. Johnson.

Would you like
to see me work it?

No, thank you.

What I came to talk to you about
was your article.

The one on Hitler
and Mein Kampf.

That's gonna be it right there.

John-Boy, if you quote
from that book,

you just might stir up a real
hornet's nest.

Some people don't take kindly
to foreign ways and ideas.

Sometimes it makes them do
terrible things.

Mr. Brimmer,

God rest him, was a good man,

but he was German-born.

I didn't know that.

No one does here
on Walton's Mountain.

That's how we wanted it
when we moved here.

Mr. Brimmer had become an
American citizen and a good one,

but during the Great War
that didn't mean much,

not when people found out
where we came from.

Terrible things happened.

Neighbors turned against him,

men he worked with,

even my own family.

So we moved several times.

It wasn't until we came
to Walton's Mountain

that we finally found a place
where we could keep our secret,

where we could live in peace.

Don't stir up those
hates again, John-Boy.

Mrs. Brimmer...

What happened to you

happened out of ignorance,

because people didn't know the
truth, and they became afraid.

That kind of ignorance is a
very, very dangerous thing,

and that is exactly why I have
got to print this article here.

I also have to hope that my
readers will understand that.

You'll keep my secret, John-Boy?

I'll keep your secret.

About suppertime, isn't it?

But my advertisers are canceling
out. I gotta go talk to them.

Thought about
changing your stand?

Yeah, I thought about it,
but I'm not going to.

Beginning to hate
that newspaper.

It's nothing but trouble.

Liv, this whole thing
is real important.

I know what he's saying
is important.

People can get all riled up
over things like that.

I'm afraid he's gonna get
himself hurt.

Let's have some supper.
Things'll look better.

Food solves everything?

Not everything.

Come on. Come on, Esther.
Come on.

It won't take but a minute.

Zeb, supper's almost ready.

Good, you won't have an excuse
for not working. Sit down. Down!

There, there, old dear. Livie.
John, come on over here.

Immediate seating
in the box enclosure.

What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen,
there has been considerable

dissention and discussion

concerning
Miss Erin Walton's entry

in the Jefferson County Day
beauty contest.

We've been through
that already, Pa.

Before your final decision
becomes absolutely final,

the young heart at the Waltons
wish to present an entrance into

the bathing-beauty division.

Hit it, Jason.

Now, for your edification, the
incomparable, the one and only,

Miss Erin Walton.

Miss Erin Walton
is presenting the latest

in a long series of
bathing-beauty styles.

This represents circa 1910.

Zeb, I have a feeling you had
something to do with this.

Well, it was a brilliant
suggestion on my part,

but Zuleika liked the idea
and even made the bathing suit.

Well, what's the decision
of the judges?

Daddy?

I give up.

Right here, you see,
she's got plenty of 'em.

Ben tells me you're withdrawing
your ad from The Chronicle.

Now, you told me before
you were pleased with it.

Well, I have been, but I can't
afford to take chances.

People say you're spreading
Nazi propaganda.

They see my ad in the paper,
they think I'm backing you.

Well, they'd be wrong,
wouldn't they?

Wrong, right,
what's the difference

if it hurts me
at the ticket office?

You wouldn't consider backing
off, would you?

You're in business,
same as I am.

You can't afford
to offend your customers.

Unfortunately, in my business,

I can't always worry
about whose feelings get hurt.

Well, you think it over,
John-Boy.

If you change your mind,
you let me know.

Hey! Hey, get out of there!

Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Hot off the press,
latest edition.

-Good afternoon, John-Boy.
-Ike.

-John-Boy.
-Corabeth.

I'm gonna have to ask you not to
bring your newspapers anymore.

We don't want it said that

Ike and Corabeth Godsey's
General Merchandise

store is guilty of promoting
the ideals of Adolf Hitler.

Are you serious?

John-Boy, we know you don't hold
with that Nazi thinking.

But as long as you pass
it on in your newspaper,

it's the same as
if you condone it.

But you haven't
even read this yet.

You might as well burn words
as ignore them.

Well, in the case of Mein Kampf,
that wouldn't be a bad idea.

Ike?

I gotta look out
after my business.

I understand.

It's awful empty around here
without the children.

I hope Elizabeth eats something
besides toasted marshmallows.

Marshmallows? What are the young
ones up to tonight?

The BYPU is having
a weenie roast.

Weenies? I wish I'd known.
I could have tagged along.

It's the Baptist Young People's
Union. It's for young people.

Young? Well, I'm young,
young at heart,

a lot younger tonight
than John-Boy.

Looks like he's got the weight
of the world on his shoulders.

I'm sorry about that.

You should have gone
to the BYPU.

Well, I wouldn't want to cramp
Ben's style.

What does that mean?

Well, you know, that boys and
girls take that opportunity

to do a little courting.

Courting? No. Not at the BYPU.

Afraid so, Grandma.

What are you smiling at?

Nothing. I was just thinking of
a few of those outings

you and me went out on
when we were young.

I still don't see
what's so funny.

Liv, you remember the time down
by Sneedons Hollow when...

-Did anybody hear a car?
-Tell her about it.

-Tell her about Sneedons Hollow.
-What happened?

I don't think Liv wants me
to talk about it.

I don't remember it at all.

Think you must have me confused
with somebody else.

-Anybody home?
-I knew I heard a car.

Come on in. Sit down.
Have something to eat.

We grabbed a snack at the
cocktail party.

At the what party?

Once a week, all the interns
get together in the biology lab.

We have a few laughs,
a couple of drinks.

Yeah, they have to relax. David
puts in a 14 or 15-hour day.

We had so much fun. They were...
They were serving drinks

in all the laboratory equipment.

There was this specimen frog
that someone was dissecting,

and somehow one of the legs
got in David's drink.

What kind of drink?

Just punch, Mrs. Walton.

They ran away, whoever they are.

Cowards usually do.

John's coming back.

-They're gone.
-They had a car down the road.

-Did you get a look at them?
-No.

Should I go for the Sheriff?

They're gone.
There's no use for that.

-John-Boy.
-Mama?

Son, it's alright for you to
take risks for your newspaper,

but I can't stand by
and see my family put in danger.

I'm sorry.

-Grandpa.
-I got it.

I'm supposed to be doing that.
It's my job.

Well, I live here, too, you
know, John-Boy.

Come on, lend a hand.
Let's get it in.

-Everybody off to County Day?
-Yeah, here we go. This way.

Yes, your grandma wanted
to get there early

because she thinks
she's running everything.

Mary Ellen and your mother
are fixing up Erin's outfit.

The young ones wanted
to get over to play games,

so your daddy drove
them over early.

What do you think of Mary Ellen
and her new boyfriend?

-I think they're in love.
-I know they're in love.

They're so close, you couldn't
put a crowbar in between them.

You figured what you're gonna do
with that newspaper yet?

I've been all over Rockfish to
find a place to put the press.

Nobody seems particularly
interested in renting to me.

Of course, I probably couldn't
even afford it if they were.

-Would move out on us?
-Sure, I would.

I got payments to meet
on the press.

I got newsprint to buy.
I got operating expenses.

It just goes on and on and on.

-What's the answer?
-The answer?

Keep my readers happy
but uninformed.

Please the advertisers.
Stay out of trouble.

Sounds kind of dull to me.

"Meeting-the-train news"
is what it's called.

Getting their pictures in the
paper, that's what

people are interested
in around here.

You have gotta bring them
along gradually,

the way a good fisherman would.

I'm not as good a fisherman
as you are, Grandpa.

Do you remember, John-Boy,
that big old perch

that hung down there by the
bridge, huh?

Until you come along.

Well, I didn't just
come along, you know.

I'd go down there in the dusk
of the evening

with a can of worms, I'd throw
one in and another in.

He'd gobble 'em up
one after the other.

He thought he was
on a government handout.

And one day I fooled him.
I put a worm on a hook.

And then I yanked him in.
What a fight he put up!

You know, he was as big as
The Saturday Evening Post,

'cause that's what
I measured him with.

You gotta handle your readers
the way a fisherman would.

You play along and give them
those meeting-the-train stories,

and then you put a hook
on it and yank them in.

I read that story
you wrote, John-Boy.

I learned a lot from it.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

And now, from the town
of Nellysford

comes the lovely
Miss Florabelle Tait!

Why don't you clap?

You're clapping enough
for both of us.

One, two, three.
Keep your chin up.

Erin's next.

And now, from Walton's Mountain,

Miss Erin Walton!

John-Boy, may I speak
to you for a moment?

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have an announcement to make.

The young ladies will
put on their gowns

which they themselves have made,

and the winner will be
announced.

I was very sorry
to hear what happened

at your house last night,
John-Boy.

Some storm trooper
paid us a visit.

I've never hidden how I feel
about your article,

but I don't like to see
disagreement settled by a rock.

I never said you threw it.

I'd like to put our troubles
behind us, John-Boy.

Reverend, don't worry
about it anymore.

I've gone as far as I can
trying to push my point.

From now on, people are gonna
get what they want,

which is nothing more
controversial than the weather.

I've planned
a ceremony for later,

something that might help
patch things up.

I hope you'll be there.

-I'll be there.
-Fine. I'll see you then.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know
you're all as excited as I am

to find out who will be Queen
of Jefferson County Day.

Well, I must tell you, it was
a difficult task to decide among

these lovely young ladies,

but the judges have made
their decision.

The winner is...

Miss Florabelle Tait!

You were just like... Just like
a movie queen, you were.

I heard Florabelle wears
peroxide on her hair.

I'm sorry you lost, Erin, but I
hope it taught you something.

Well, all the other girls
thought I'd win.

It's John-Boy. He's turned every
one in this county against us.

Honey, you don't know that.

I've always been the one
in the middle.

Everybody in this family has
done something special but me,

and this was my one chance
to be somebody,

-and John-Boy ruined it!
-Wait there, Erin.

Erin.

I don't know why you need
an excuse.

If you lost, you lost,
and you took that chance

when you entered the contest.

-I didn't have a chance!
-I'm sorry you feel that way.

And if I'm responsible,
then I'm sorry for that, too.

I wish you understood
how I feel about it.

I wish you understand
your right to speak out

is important than being told
you're beautiful by some judge.

Forget it, John-Boy.
All you care about is words,

I don't wanna hear
any more.

Erin!

As this celebration concludes,

I would like to take note of
some differences

in this community that has
resulted in ill feelings

and even violent acts.

It's said that we shut our eyes
to what's going on in the world.

Well, tonight I've planned
a little surprise

to demonstrate
we are greatly concerned

by the trouble in Germany.

You've read how the Nazis have
been burning our American books.

This is an action that
should not go unprotested.

Now, everybody knows
Buck Vernon there

can find you anything
you're looking for.

It's most appropriate that he
found for me

a real piece of junk,

Mein Kampf.

I propose

that tonight we have a symbolic
book burning of our own.

Hitler may replace the Bible
with his own book in Germany,

but it shall never happen here!

Well, now,

while I was at it, I found a
whole bundle of German books.

I just had 'em
to keep the fire warm.

John-Boy, stay out of it!

-You stop that right now!
-Now, hold on, you young...

I said, you stop it!

I didn't mean to go this far.

Get your hand off me!

This is my fault.

I started this whole thing
with my newspaper. I know that.

But you misunderstood me.

I was trying to show you what
people are capable of

out of ignorance and out of fear
and out of hatred!

Do you realize that this is
happening all over Germany?

All over Germany!

And now Germany and Walton's
Mountain are not very far apart.

I read that a foreign tyrant

was publishing his plans
to take over the world

and was carrying
out those plans.

You ought to have the
opportunity to know about it,

just like I'd like to tell you

if there was a blight
that was threatening your crops,

or some candal that was
threatening your government.

That's freedom,
as far as I can see.

If you chose not to know
that's freedom, too,

If you take a book and you burn
it, you can't know about it,

and you had your freedom taken
away. You understand me?

And if there's anybody here
who feels that this book

is more dangerous in one piece
than burned into ashes in fire,

I want you to come up here.
take it out of my hand.

I want you to throw it
in the fire right now!

Throw 'em all in the fire!

My Lord.

Lord, I wish there was someone
here who could read German.

Mrs. Brimmer?

Mrs. Brimmer, would you read
this to us, please?

[Reading in German]

Alright, now, you read that
for us in English, alright?

Just that part.

"In the beginning,
God created heaven and earth.

"And the earth was without
form, and void,

"and darkness was
upon the face of the deep.

"And the Spirit of God moved
upon the face of the waters.

"And God spoke,

"'Let there be light.'"

These books should be in good
hands, John-Boy. Both of them.

I would like to sing.

Would you all please
sing with me?

* Faith of our fathers
living still *

* In spite of dungeon,
fire and sword *

My first experience
at expressing an unpopular idea

nearly turned into a disaster.

Fortunately, my family was able
to overcome the problems

I had helped create for them.

The trouble soon died down when
people realized I was trying

to let them know that something
was stirring in the world

that even Walton's Mountain
could not keep out.

Ben?

How was the Baptist
Young People's picnic?

Well, I was just there
part of the time.

Where were you then?

He and Jennie Prior
went for a walk.

Up to Sneedons Hollow.

-What were you doing up there?
-They were necking.

-Good Lord!
-Enough out of you, Elizabeth.

Nothing changes. Does it, Liv?

Go to sleep

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