All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S05E20.The.Inferno.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-Hey, I won!
-You won?

I won it! Listen to this.

"You will make travel plans
so you can arrive

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

Come on!

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

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

Boy, you got to see this
to believe it.

In the spring of 1937,

my family and I
were totally unaware

that a truly catastrophic event
was about to take place,

and that I would be
there to witness it.

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

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

With all that noise,
neither one makes much sense.

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

Maybe this is what
it's gonna be like,

with Mary Ellen married, John
Boy working on the newspaper

Jason at the Dew Drop Inn.

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

Oh, damn it!

I hope you remember
where you left off.

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

Just over to visit
Mary Ellen and Curt.

There's nothing
to do around here.

I thought
you were working tomorrow.

That's tomorrow!

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

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

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

It is this pedal, Son.
Snapped right off.

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

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

Think I might
be able to weld it.

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

Your mama will
be glad to hear that.

You figure it's worth
a quarter-page ad

for Walton Lumber Company?

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

-Good.
-Good.

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

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

Yeah, be good.

Hey, now, what
have we got here?

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

That sounds great.

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

Maybe, after I do the dishes.

Why don't you
leave them in the sink?

Oh, no. Not a patient.

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

in the morning.

Hi, Curt, how are you tonight?

Oh, alright, Erin, I guess.

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

Yeah, I know how you feel.

Don't look at the arc, Son.

No, I won't.

Daddy?

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

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

before the sheriff comes
a-calling?

Figure that out,
you could write a book.

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

I think the government
calls it "deficit spending."

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

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

He sends this entry blank
for a competition

the NPS is sponsoring
for small newspapers.

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

They send newspaper
stories and clippings

to papers all over the world.

And every year,
they sponsor this contest

for newspapers with a limited
circulation, like mine.

What can you win?

Oh, cash prizes
for different divisions.

And each winner gets
to cover a special news event,

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

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

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

Porter Sims thinks I ought
to submit articles

I wrote on Mein Kampf.

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

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

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

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

Mary Ellen.

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

You still play with dolls?

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

Well, one day, you will.

That must be a pretty
serious emergency, huh?

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

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

as to ask something
as inconsequential

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

Here you go.
Almost as good as new.

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

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

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

Well then, don't leave
Miss Margaret outside.

Now, go on, scoot.

Mary Ellen, listen, no kidding,

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

out there for anyone to see.

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

Hey, everybody.
Hot off the press.

Left a couple of copies
for your patients to read.

Never knew Mrs. Brimmer
owed you for five visits.

Her feet still bothering her?

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

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

You know I'm the circulation
manager and advertising director

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

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

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

John-Boy heard anything
about that contest?

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

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

New layout.

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

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

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

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

Whoa, Ben.

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

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

That's easy.
Darlene can get the keys

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

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

That did it. That did it.

It's time to peddle
your papers, Ben.

You getting rid of me?

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

And the outside
is the first door to the right.

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

Ben was trying
to be sociable.

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

Just don't go
picking on my family.

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

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

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

Stamp the envelopes!

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

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

Ben, you go get John-Boy.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Miss Elizabeth,

I thought you were gonna help
Erin set the table.

-Hey.
-How's Grandma?

-Great.
-Oh, she's fine.

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

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

Told me to tie the red
raspberries,

divide the yellow violets and
perennials, dust the bureaus.

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

She's feeling better.

-Oh, yeah.
-She surely is.

We'd have been here before

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

A special delivery from the
National News Service, NY.

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

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

Oh, Lord, that's it.

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

-Open it.
-Alright, I will!

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

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

Wait a minute.

-Hey, I won!
-You won?

I won it! Listen to this.

"Dear Mr. Walton,
congratulations,

you have won
your division. $25."

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

Yeah, the assignment, of course.

You gonna go to London
for the coronation?

He can go to Spain
for the civil war!

No, listen.
"Enclosed is a check to cover

"the travel expense
for your feature assignment,

"which will be to interview
arriving passengers

"who have just completed
a trans-Atlantic flight

"from Germany
to the United States.

"You will make travel plans
so you can arrive

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

Come on!

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

"for the scheduled arrival

"of the German airship,
the Hindenburg!"

Congratulations!

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

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

-That's a good idea.
-Yeah.

You'll be able
make it on time?

Well, according to the
weather forecast, now,

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

so that could
slow us down a bit.

If we drive you,
we can all go!

You gotta stay
and take care of the press.

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

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

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

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

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

No.

Listen, you gotta order
that bold-face type.

-Okay, Ben?
-Sure will.

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

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

-John-Boy?
-What?

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

-No.
-Okay.

-Good luck.
-Have a good trip.

Thank you.

-Bye.
-See you later!

He sure is some lucky guy.

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

Yeah, but getting an assignment
like the Hindenburg.

I'd call that luck.

Come on, let's go.

Hold him still, Mary Ellen.

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

Not too tight,
you might hurt him.

Thanks a lot, Curt.

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

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

It was the bird
that was screaming?

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

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

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

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

and operating
on a stupid peacock.

You knew my family's big.

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

and after office hours.

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

Anybody home?

Nobody but us chickens,
Mrs. Brimmer.

You got chickens in here, too?

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

big old fat bag up
with hydrogen.

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

and all that hot air
from Der Fuhrer

fills it up from stem to stern.

Well, that might be, Stu,

but it's good for business
here in Lakehurst.

-Mr. Stuart Henry?
-Yeah.

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

We had a storm,
the bus broke down,

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

Something told me
you just might be.

Thank you very much
for waiting. I appreciate it.

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

but our leviathan of the skyways
is floating around

somewhere up there, waiting
for the weather to clear.

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

My motto? "Take the train."

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

Nah, we got time.
Have a drink.

Joe, get this boy
a drink, will you?

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

Suit yourself.

What do you know about
the Hindenburg, John?

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

Well, don't you believe
half of it.

Hitler's using that
for propaganda

just like he did
the Olympics a year ago.

Oh, I'm aware of that fact.

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

but this is gonna
make aviation history,

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

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

it's costing them a fortune
to operate.

They're so scared
of sabotage

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

It wouldn't take much
to blow it up,

with all that hydrogen gas
they carry onboard.

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

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

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

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

Well, that makes two of us.

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

Hey, kid, relax, will you?

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

The customs men have
to go aboard

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

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

The hard-news story's mine, kid.

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

I know.

Don't worry.

I know 1,000 shortcuts around
this town.

And I just happen to know a gate

that'll get us right down
to the field.

You know,

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

Good God!

Will you look at that?

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

Boy, you got to see this
to believe it.

I'm not sure I believe it yet.

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

Oh, my God.

Jason.

I'm glad you're here.

Me, too.

Let's go home, brother.

Yeah.

The Progress says
35 has perished.

No telling how many
are hurt or dying.

Worst tragedy
in the history of air travel.

It's a miracle anyone survived.

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

It's a dangerous place
to be, alright.

-I hear them.
-You think?

Oh, it is.

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

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

You shouldn't have waited
for me, Grandpa.

Your mother did her best
to get me to bed

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

with the story of the year.

Everybody's asking
if we heard from you.

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

I fixed you a sandwich.

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

Alright.

Well, the bus
was right on time, anyway.

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

to see Bertha's wedding
over in Hickory Creek,

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

Bertha was not only married,
but expecting.

Better not let Grandma
hear you tell that story.

Oh! I haven't had cocoa

since the night before my
high school debating finals.

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

Feel like I've
been gone 100 years.

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

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

They still haven't figured out
exactly what happened.

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

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

I know Esther wouldn't.

When's your story
coming out, Son?

Next week, I guess.
The deadline is Tuesday.

You ought to give
yourself a few days

before you try to write about
an experience like that.

Hmm, I'd like to.

If I was writing a book,
maybe I could,

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

I gotta get it out
while it's still news

or else it's not worth anything.

I'll start on it tomorrow,
I guess.

No telling what surprises
tomorrow might bring.

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

John-Boy.

Thank you. Goodnight, Mama.

That goes for me, too.
Goodnight, everybody.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Daddy.
-Goodnight, Son.

See you in the morning.

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

"Thou art more temperate
and more fair."

-Hmm. Shakespeare?
-Yeah.

We're gonna lie under
a tree all afternoon,

and I'm gonna
read sonnets to you.

And don't forget,

I like lots of onions
in my potato salad.

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

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

Last picnic we had,
you were with Miss Nora.

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

Funny, I can't seem to remember.

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

Very nice.

I'll just put old
Mr. Shakespeare in here

beside the tuna sandwiches.

Honey,

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

Oh, I figured two apiece.

Well, I'm
no mathematical genius,

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

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

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

Because it would've
hurt their feelings.

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

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

Every time I turn around,

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

or Jason wants
to play us his new song.

I can't stop being part
of my family

just because we're married.

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

I do love them.

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

Today, like we planned.

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

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

I don't believe it!

This family is like an octopus.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm being swallowed alive.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, come in.

-Hello, Grandpa.
-Missed you for supper.

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

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

What surprise?

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

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

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

Do you good to get away
from that story.

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

You got a party going on here?

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

Well, John-Boy, as you know,

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

and unpaved, at that.

It isn't very often
that one of our citizens

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

Ashley Longworth went out
into the world.

Although he never came back.

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

Many friends and neighbors
would like to be here tonight,

but, of course,
it wasn't practical,

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

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

Mrs. Brimmer?

John-Boy, I speak
for the entire community

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

The Hindenburg accident
is probably gonna be

the biggest story of the year,

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

appears in newspapers
all across the country,

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

Hear, hear!

And so,

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

"through his continued
journalistic achievements..."

This is written by Corabeth.

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

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

"Our deep appreciation."

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

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

And Sister did the lettering
and the curlicues,

a skill she mastered
at Miss Theobald's Seminary

for Young Ladies.

Miss Theobald never could abide
poor penmanship.

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

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

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

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

-Was it gruesome?
-Jim-Bob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

asking about it.

Yeah, come on,
tell us the story.

Alright, I'll tell you exactly
what happened.

I was standing there
with hundreds of others.

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

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

Does that make any sense to you?

Is that what you wanted to hear?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

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

Well, I appreciate it.

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

Yeah, just about.

Pretending to show her
your arithmetic,

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

She saw right through me, huh?

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

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

And I'm sorry
if I let them down.

Their timing is off,
is all, Son.

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

I look for material all over
the place.

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

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

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

I don't know much
about writing, Son,

but I do know
about cutting wood.

And when the saw breaks down,

I just gotta
close down business.

If I can't fill an order,

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

Well, thanks for the cake.

-Night.
-Goodnight.

Ever wanna fall into bed
with your clothes on?

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

Jason says John-Boy's upset.

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

Remember when
all we worried about

was whether he was gonna get
his second teeth?

That was important then.
And this is important now.

It's funny.

You never stop being a parent,
even when they stop

being children.

And the bigger they get,
the bigger the heartaches.

Mary Ellen's back.

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

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

Oh, Lord.

Poor Mary Ellen.

Poor John-Boy.

Poor John.

"Poor John" nothing!

-Hey, Daddy?
-Morning!

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

Everyone else's
going to church.

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

Thought I heard a typewriter
this morning.

Yeah. I gotta
send a letter to the NPS

explaining why they won't
be receiving my article.

I can't even seem to write that.

Morning, Mary Ellen.

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

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

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

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

You wanna tell me about it?

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

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

I figured I'd find you here.

I'm surprised you care.

Uh, if you...

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

my car broke down
up on the ridge,

where I went
to be alone by myself

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

Do you know how far
it is up there?

Well, anyway, I...

I walked back,
tired, cold, hungry,

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

Am I supposed to feel
sorry for you?

If you two are
gonna continue your fight,

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

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

It's the family.

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

Oh, yeah. I certainly do.

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

It means doctoring a peacock

who doesn't even
have an appointment.

It means never being able
to count on being alone.

There are ways.

When John and I were newlyweds

we were living
with Grandma and Grandpa,

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

to keep us
from being alone together.

We'd plan a trip to Rockfish,

and Grandma'd remember she
had a dentist appointment.

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

and Grandpa would come in
and get the milk pail.

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

I got so full of spiteful
feelings.

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

that John was gonna build
for us.

He never did build it,
though, Mama.

Just had to get used
to having family around.

Was a lot easier
once he fixed a way

to be alone together
at least part of the time.

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

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

It was a spindly little thing.
And stubborn!

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

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

it meant that nobody
was to look for us anywhere.

-It worked?
-It worked.

Maybe... Maybe
we should get a geranium.

I think I ought to warn you,

a couple of afternoons
on that front porch,

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

There's nothing wrong
with that, either.

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

This tree was struck by
lightning, same as me.

Difference is, it was fatal
for the tree.

I been meaning to get it down
for two years.

Let's go to work.

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

"of the German airship
the Hindenburg!"

Watch it, Son! Here she comes!

Well, I was beginning
to think the only thing

my hands were good for
was setting type.

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

Something wrong with your arm?

Oh.

Yeah, I got a burn.

I forgot about that.

You know, Son, I was at Verdun.

There was a million men
killed there.

One of them was my best friend.

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

I remember thinking
the other night at Lakehurst

how I was lucky to be alive,

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

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

"it's a wonderful thing."

If you wanna know the truth,

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

I thought they were
sending up fireworks,

it was some kind
of a celebration.

But, then, the whole thing
went up.

Daddy, I mean, it blew up.

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

It lit up the whole sky.

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

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

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

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

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

and people on the ground
waiting for them were screaming.

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

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

Everybody started
running away from it.

Pieces of it
were flying through the air,

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

It was just white-hot.

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

"Nobody's gonna
live through this!"

But then people
started coming out of it.

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

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

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

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

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

And there was a woman.

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

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

And this sailor and I
picked this woman up.

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

I mean, she
was really burned bad.

And she was talking
to us in German.

She was trying to say something
to us in German.

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

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

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

"I don't understand it.

"I don't understand it."

I think you can
write your story now.

-Finished your story?
-Yeah, I did.

I figure if I mail it
airmail special delivery

from Charlottesville,
it might get there in time.

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

Mama says come
go to town with me.

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

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

Go ahead, Pa. Do you good.

No, I couldn't
possibly quit work today.

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

A body ought to quit
whatever they're doing,

and drop work
at a minute's notice.

-We'll surprise Grandma.
-Alright.

Where'd you get the geranium?

A present from Curt.

Looks to me like we're alone.

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

I guess we are.

Know what I think I'll do?

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

Pretty!

Forty years have passed,
but that house still stands,

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

continue to sustain us
to this day.

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

I think that's
their business, Elizabeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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