The Waltons

Well, now, now, that's too much, now.

You can't put too much pepper or sage in good Virginia sausage.

You know, she tries to help, but, she just butts in.

Well, now, does everybody feel this way?

All I know is that we haven't had

one moment's peace in this house since she came here.

In my day, a man's word meant something.

You told, didn't you?

In the summer of 1937

it seemed as if Walton's Mountain was reborn.

The blue misted mountains, the tall stands of evergreens

and the wild flowers that grew everywhere

gave a fragrance to the air and a spirit to the soul.

It was also the summer that Martha Corinne Walton

came to visit and that made it a summer to remember.

Martha Corinne, I hope you'll stay long enough

to meet my husband Curt.

He's a doctor. Dr. Willard.

Well, I hope I do.

Where is he tonight?

He's out seeing some folks in the backwoods.

Well, that's fitting.

It's been a long spell,

since I've had a supper as good as this one

and kinfolk to share it with.

What about Boone and Wade?

Don't they come and visit you often?

Boone's off in the mountain making moonshine

and Wade and Vera, they got their family

and their own lives to live.

Must get awfully lonely, being all by yourself.

It does sometimes.

Ben, do you know, what became of my big suitcase?

It's in the living room.

Well, bring it to me, will you?

Sure.

How long can you stay with us, Martha Corinne?

Till you get tired of me.

Or I get tired of you.

Here you go.

Put it right here.

I... I brought a little something for the each of you.

Now my big problem's going to be

remembering which name goes with which face.

Jim-Bob.

Used to be little and skinny.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't call me ma'am.

It makes me sound old. Call me Martha Corinne.

This is for you.

Thank you.

- And one for Jason. - Thank you.

And one for Ben.

Thank you.

And those go with the ones that you found up in the mountains.

Arrowheads.

They'll be worth a lot of money someday.

- Thank you. - Elizabeth... That's a nice one, Son.

And Erin.

Right here.

Those are for you.

- Well, thank you. - They're soft inside.

- They are? - These are pretty.

Mary Ellen, would you help me with this?

Just look at this one.

My goodness!

That's for your new life.

That'll last you a hundred years, at least,

then you can pass it on to your children.

It's just beautiful, thank you.

- It's really nice. - Let me see, Mary Ellen.

- Look. - Zeb.

For me?

They're the good ones, huh?

This is for you. It was Henry's.

And his favorite soap is still in there.

It's about the only thing of his I got left.

I'll treasure it always, Martha Corinne.

Esther, I crocheted this bedspread for you.

Like I said, thank you.

And. John, I remember you complimenting my pickled peaches.

So I put some up, just the way you like it.

Good!

Lots of cloves.

Thank you.

Stop thanking me, or we'll be here all night.

Olivia, this is a shawl.

My mama crocheted every stitch of it

and gave it to me on my wedding day.

I want you to have it.

It's just beautiful, Martha Corinne.

I shouldn't take it but I will, thank you.

John-Boy.

I thought you might like these.

Well, thank you.

Look at that.

That's Henry and me, taken by a traveling picture-taker

in 1868.

I was pretty, then, wasn't I?

And that's Boone, taken when he was a baby.

Grandpa?

And... Who's this, now?

Zeb and Henry's mama and papa, taken on their wedding day.

My great-grandpa and grandma.

They most surely were.

They was the first Waltons in Virginia.

This is the most important of all.

Who is that?

This is Henry.

It was taken when he was in the Civil War,

just before he lost his arm.

It was taken by Mathew Brady.

Martha Corinne, are you sure you want to give these away?

Of course, I am. Otherwise I wouldn't do it.

Now I'm tired.

Have you a place for me to sleep tonight?

Well, you stay in my room.

I'll sleep in The Chronicle office, alright?

No! If anybody sleeps in the office, I do.

You certainly will not.

You'llhave your own bed right here in this house.

I don't want to cause anybody any inconvenience.

It's no trouble, really.

Well, I'm too tired to argue.

You show me where to go.

Good night.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Why ain't you in school?

Well, it's Saturday.

Never was one to keep track of the days.

Where did you get this?

Well, I got it from Mr. Monroe down the road.

Gave him $2 for it.

I had one of these when I was a little girl.

Prettiest shay in the country.

Prettiest what?

Shay. What do you call it?

Well, it's a pony cart.

Shay's got a nicer sound to it.

Good morning, Martha Corinne.

It is a handsome day.

Did you sleep well upstairs last night?

Tolerable.

Not as well as I do at home on my corn husk mattress.

What are you making there?

These here, they are spokes for the wheels

on Ben's pony cart.

We used to hone them down by hand.

Too spindly.

Ought to be fatter.

See there, it fits.

Well, just 'cause it fits don't mean its right.

Wheel gets the most work and it needs a good sturdy spoke.

Another eighth of an inch ought to do it.

Never yet seen a slab of pine that didn't splinter to pieces

when you nailed it.

Pine wood is soft.

Well, makes you wonder if it's worth the cutting.

It sells.

That's 'cause most folks don't know the difference.

Oak's the best.

Couldn't agree with you more.

Well, then, why are you selling pine?

It's all people can afford.

Why can't they afford oak?

Costs more to cut.

Grows a ways out, I have to haul it in, I have to charge more.

Maple is another one of my favorites.

I suppose you have to charge more for it, too.

Have to.

Makes a body wonder, what ever happened to quality?

I've come in to help.

We're doing just fine, Martha Corinne.

- Why don't you rest? - I'm tired of resting.

I'm used to keeping busy.

Esther?

Well, you can mix the sausage while I cut up the vegetables.

Well, how much sage did you put in it?

- One tablespoon. - Pepper?

Like I always do, two parts.

That's not enough.

Well, now, now, that's too much, now.

You can't put too much pepper or sage in good Virginia sausage.

It's supposed to be spicy enough to make your eyes water

and the sweat pop out.

Won't be fit to eat.

Can't you sit down and eat, John-Boy?

Mama, I got no time.

I'll make myself a sausage sandwich

because I want the new edition to be delivered tomorrow.

That's the best sausage sandwich I ever ate in my life.

I'm going to have me another one of those.

I'll be the only one in school who knows how to spin wool.

Well, I promised that I'd teach you how.

That music sounds strange to me.

Anybody got some kind of a name for it?

It's called swing, Martha Corinne.

Music nowadays, Martha Corinne,

is a whole lot different from what it was in our day.