The Waltons (1971) s07e24 Episode Script

This is not the assignment I gave you.
You go against all the conventions of music.
You apparently don't care much about passing my class.
Professor Bowen, I have to pass your class if I hope to graduate.
I've never known you to be stumped by your music before.
Well, this is real important.
This says I graduate from Kleinberg or I don't.
I want it to be great.
In our house, all of us had that strong and very personal link with other generations, so that past and present sometimes blended, with unexpected results.
None of us knew from what ancestral source my brother Jason's love of music had sprung, just that it built up in him until it had to be expressed.
As he neared graduation, Jason found himself returning to that source for inspiration, and it was nearly to prove disastrous.
A labor of love.
Labor of love, you say, son? It's as if you're having a real problem.
I am.
I don't know why.
It's always been such a natural thing to me, composing.
Well, this assignment was not intended to be simple.
It's the culmination of your four years here, at the Kleinberg Conservatory.
I've just never tackled anything this difficult before.
I think I might be in over my head.
Maybe you're trying too hard.
If it were country music, I'd have finished it a long time ago.
If it were country music, you'd have been out of my class a long time ago.
I know.
Last call for breakfast.
Son, is there somebody keeping you up half the night? Maybe a gal? I wish there was.
It's my composition.
Is anything bothering you, Jason? No, it's me.
I got the theme for the thing, but just can't seem to develop it.
Well, this is real important.
This says I graduate from Kleinberg or I don't.
I want it to be great.
Jason, remember, all you can do is your best.
Now Now - No.
No.
- No? Mmm-mmm.
- Well, you haven't heard very much of it.
- Well I don't think Grandma likes the title.
Neither do I.
Oh, swell! So far that's the only thing Professor Bowen does like.
Tell me, - what does "polyphonic" mean, anyhow? - It means "many voices.
" In music, it's several melodies, different but harmonizing.
Sounds awful stuffy to me.
Great.
- I have to work, Grandma.
- Yeah.
What do I have to do to get some quiet around here? - Sorry, Jason, we didn't see the sign.
- "Genius at Work.
" All right, just Just don't stand over me, all right? Do you mind? All right.
Cut it out! I give up! See what you did, Ben? He's not in the mood anymore.
It's not just Ben, it's everything.
Jason, we're sorry.
We won't bother you anymore.
Just leave me alone, all of you.
It's my problem, I'll handle it! Oh, boy! You see? We have so many things to decide, Sister.
Where we're going to place all this Baldwin family history.
Papa's old letters and documents, and the family tree.
Perhaps in the bank, Sister, in a safe-deposit vault.
We need a safe, permanent place to store all this.
So it will say, "The Baldwin family were here.
"They existed.
" It wouldn't say that in a safe-deposit box.
That's another responsibility we share.
The Recipe? Do we pass the torch, so to speak? Or does the Recipe die with us? I refuse to think about it.
Well, we must think about it, Sister! We are only mortal! Oh, I'll get it, Sister.
I'm feeling much better.
Oh, good.
Coming! Coming! Why, Jason! What a treat! Hello, Miss Emily, I hope I'm not interrupting.
You are, but it's one of those lovely little surprises that makes life an adventure.
Sister! It's Jason.
Oh, Jason, what good fortune brings you here? Well, Miss Mamie, Miss Emily, I need a place to work on my composing and practicing.
I'm working on my final composition for the Conservatory.
- Oh! - And our house is pretty confusing.
Such a lively family! Well, we would just be delighted to have you compose and practice here.
Oh, thank you.
We could work out whatever time would be best for you to have me here.
- Right now is the perfect time.
- Perfect! Well, thank you! Well, right now, Jason, dear.
- Just go right ahead and compose.
- All right.
I like it better when he just plays.
When he stops, I think he's composing.
Oh, is that it? The artist in the act of creating.
It's still better when he just plays.
I think I'm disturbing you.
Oh, not at all! Just before you came, Sister and I were discussing some rather depressing business.
The world is in such a turmoil, don't you know? Yes.
How does one preserve one's heritage in these uncertain times? All the old letters and papers and diaries.
And our memoirs, Mamie.
All will be lost to the future when Sister and I are gone.
Yes, ma'am.
The war has a lot of people worried about the future.
Sometimes we don't appreciate what we are until we're threatened.
So young, and yet so wise.
And Jason is right.
There are others who feel as we do.
Perhaps we should make it a community project.
Oh, I doubt that.
No one but us gives a fig about our ancestors.
Oh, we care about ours.
I expect a lot of people do.
If there were just some way that everyone on the mountain could gather up all the old documents and family Bibles and correspondence, and share them.
Perhaps a celebration of some kind.
And we could display all the old relics and records of the past.
And there could be speeches! I love a rousing good speech.
- Oh, Jason, do help us plan it.
- I'll do what I can, Miss Mamie.
All right, where should we start? Why, the attic.
Why not the attic? - Come along, Jason.
- Come, Jason.
It says "ink.
" You were probably running out while you wrote it.
- Blue-black, please, Ike.
- Coming right up.
We need it for our catalog, don't you know? - Oh, hello.
Oh, hello, Mary Ellen.
- Oh, hello, Mary Ellen.
- Hello, Mary Ellen.
As you were saying, the ink is for your catalog? Oh, Sister and I have been going over some old family papers and heirlooms.
I've been arranging them in alphabetical order.
- Chronological order, Sister.
- Same thing.
Sounds like a lot of work.
Is it for your book? Sister, do tell them.
Well, we have found a way to salute and preserve the past.
All the fine traditions and glories of the lives of those who preceded us are going to be acknowledged at a very special occasion.
An entire day will be set aside.
A Baldwin Day? Oh, no! Much more than that.
We include all of Walton's Mountain.
It's to be a Founders' Day! That sounds like a pretty good idea.
Here's your ink.
Well, we're casting about for directions.
Now, it could be a celebration, at any rate, a gathering, of all of us who live on the mountain whose families first settled here.
Every family must have records of their ancestors.
Oh, yeah, I got a lot of old records.
Well, it sounds like a good excuse for cleaning out the attic.
Now, what we need is a committee.
Oh, what a wonderful way to start.
Now, my great-great-grandfather, he was the first Godsey to live here on the mountain.
Now, you two ladies will serve, of course.
I will volunteer my services, and Mary Ellen makes four.
Hey! What about me? Mr.
Godsey, someone must tend the store, and under the circumstances I feel that I am best qualified to assist in the planning of the Founders' Day.
Now, which one of us will be chairman? You hiding out here, Jason? No, everybody's just getting in my way, including me.
Well, you can avoid the rest of us, but I guess you're kind of stuck with yourself, huh, Son? I keep bumping up against all these dumb rules Professor Bowen's been teaching us.
It's keeping me from saying what I want to say.
It might have worked for Mozart, but they sure don't work for Jason Walton.
Maybe that's because Jason Walton was born in a different time and place.
You hear things and see things different.
You think I ought to just throw out the professor's rules? Well, I'm not saying that.
All I know is when I'm cutting wood, I keep both eyes on the wood, not on the machinery.
And you think I'm worrying too much about the machinery? If I were you, I'd start listening to my own voices.
Just wish I knew what they were trying to tell me.
- Jim-Bob, where you going with that thing? - Outside.
What are you gonna do? Take on the Nazis single-handed? I was up in the attic looking for some stuff to trade with Buck Vernon.
I need some stuff for my airplane.
You can't have that, Jim-Bob.
It's been in the family for years.
True! What good is it? Nobody ever uses it.
Well, it would make a good display at Founders' Day.
You know, I bet there's a lot of stuff up in the attic that we could use for exhibits.
You're right.
I know where a whole box of old shoes and clothes are.
There's a lot of tools in the barn that date back to the Civil War.
We could even use John-Boy's book.
It's not very old, but it has lots of great stories about the mountain.
Are you going to put anything into Founders' Day, Grandma? No.
Grandma thinks the whole thing is a waste of time.
What about that old diary of Rome Walton's? - You could put that on display.
- Never! She treasures that like diamonds.
She'd never let it out of her sight.
I don't get it.
Who cares about all this old junk? And those founders, they've been dead for years.
Jim-Bob, obviously you're too young to appreciate the significance of the celebration.
Elizabeth, you're starting to sound just like Corabeth.
Let's get back to work.
- Sister? - Yes? Sister! Look what I found.
This may be the oldest document we have.
And I found it behind one of Mama's cruets in the pantry.
We have so many cruets.
I wonder why.
"Left Culpepper County " I can't make out the date.
"Wife, sons and daughters.
" Oh! That's who it is.
Remember Papa's great-great-grandfather, Phinneas Baldwin? That sounds familiar.
Well, he's the one who started from Culpepper County.
It says here all the places he settled before Before what? - Before he settled in Jefferson County.
- Oh.
"Untold hardships of weather and sickness, "but persevered to become the first permanent settlers "in an area later and erroneously named "Walton's Mountain.
" - Oh, dear! - Oh, my! You mean it should have been named - Baldwin's Mountain! - Baldwin's Mountain! You don't need to tiptoe, Elizabeth.
You're not interrupting much.
I'm sorry.
I forgot John-Boy's book, and I wanted to finish it tonight.
I remember how much trouble he had writing it.
All the struggle he went through.
Then his manuscript was burnt and he had to start all over again.
I think if that happened to me right now with this piece, I'd just forget about the whole thing.
I think it's kind of pretty.
Sort of sounds like the wind through the pine trees.
It's not supposed to.
According to Professor Bowen, it should sound like an "abstract composition "in which two or more independent but organically related voice parts "sound against one another.
" No wonder you're having such a time.
John-Boy only wrote about things he knew and cared for.
He did, didn't he? Listen to this, Elizabeth.
- Still sound like wind in the pines? - Sounds better.
It's not as stiff.
I've been on the wrong track the whole time.
Daddy was right.
Somebody else's style just isn't right for me.
I've got to do what John-Boy did.
Write what I know, what I hear, the people, the places.
You're a lifesaver.
And I thought I was disturbing you.
You are now.
Thanks.
- Any closer to finishing that? - Are you getting tired of it? Getting worried about you.
Up half the night, sleeping on the couch, up at daybreak working again.
- I'm rolling now, Daddy.
- You gonna stop for breakfast? I just did.
Morning, everyone.
Glad I didn't hold anyone up.
Oh, I'm sorry we didn't wait for you, Daddy, but I kind of rushed breakfast this morning, keeping time to Jason's music.
Morning.
Want some more? Grandma, those two are beginning to make me sick.
Lovebirds.
- Morning, Ben.
Morning, Cindy.
Morning, Daddy.
How's everything coming with the Founders' Day arrangements? Well, Corabeth wants me to start a program, and she keeps hinting that she wants to be in on it.
What's she gonna do? One of her interpretive dances? She volunteered to sing On the Road to Mandalay.
Oh, we can do better than that, can't we? Well, maybe we could have a pageant where we'd show the first settlers coming to Walton's Mountain.
We don't have enough time to get it ready.
Lke and I could do some of our song-and-dance act.
Zuleika Dunbar does recitations.
I think we should have a beauty contest.
Now, what's that got to do with Founders' Day, Jim-Bob? Would you just eat your breakfast? Grandma! What's that for? This.
- Grandma's right.
- Jason can play his composition.
Oh, my.
That's perfect! Oh, would you? Good idea! Why didn't you think of that before? I mean, that's what it's all about.
It is, it's a great idea.
Boy, that goes back a long way.
That journal is real old.
Why, Mr.
Godsey, you have forebears, too.
Why have you never recounted this illustrious family to me? Well, I guess I just always took it for granted.
Now, what do you suppose this means? - "Isaak Adelbert Godsey.
" - "Adelbert.
" "Isaak Adelbert Godsey homesteaded on the first mountain of size "due west of Scottsville in Jefferson County, Virginia.
" That'd be here! This is the first mountain of any size due west of Scottsville, Walton's Mountain.
It goes on to say, "A full year passed before his first neighbor arrived "and built a cabin on the mountain.
" That's about right.
That's the way I heard it.
One full year before a cabin was built on this mountain, your forebear was living here? One full year.
Oh, good Lord! Godsey's Mountain! John, you could have knocked me over with a pin.
We opened up that safe, took out those old papers, and one of them said that my great-great-grandfather, Isaak Adelbert Godsey, was the first one Here come the Baldwin ladies.
Hello, gentlemen! Hi, Miss Emily.
- Hi.
Afternoon, ladies! - Good afternoon, John.
Hi, Miss Mamie.
- Nice to see you.
- Oh, it's nice to see you, too.
Oh! Sister and I have made the most wonderful discovery.
We're just bursting with plans! Oh! Oh, Sister, do you think it's appropriate to bring it up at this time? - You know what.
- I don't see why not.
Now, you both have always said that we could come to you in time of need.
Is something wrong, Miss Mamie? Well, if our old dear friend, Zebulon Walton, were still with us, nothing would be wrong.
Mr.
Walton was always so accommodating.
Well, I can't pretend to fill Pa's shoes, but I'll help you if I can.
It's the Recipe.
We agreed years ago that if our time came, we would entrust to your father's eternal care the contents of the Recipe.
As it is, we will just have to bring it with us.
- Take it with us, Sister.
- Oh, yes.
- You mean you're looking for volunteers? - We want your careful consideration.
And we don't expect an answer immediately.
- Whom shall we leave the Recipe to? - Whom shall we leave the Recipe to? If at all.
That's a big responsibility, ladies.
But we'll help you decide.
- Oh, Sister, the load seems lighter already.
- Yes, indeed, Sister, much lighter! Oh, my! We'd better get to Corabeth's committee meeting! Oh, dear.
John, you know, people have been trying to find out about the Recipe as long as we can remember.
Very good.
Now, everyone in the area has been alerted as to our celebration.
Mrs.
Miniver would be so pleased.
Sister and I have been looking down the long road, when a Founders' Hall will be established to house the papers permanently.
We're devoting the remainder of our years to that project.
Well, that's a very admirable and foresighted thought, dear ladies, but first things first.
Now, Mary Ellen, how is our program coming along? If it's all right with everyone, Jason has agreed to play for us his senior composition.
It's called Appalachian Portraits.
- Oh! - Lovely! And if an encore is required, perhaps I could be persuaded to render a vocal solo.
I've always wanted to play the harp.
Now, as to the more pressing matter on our agenda, the location of the celebration itself.
Oh, Sister and I have agreed it must be in our garden.
We have plenty of room at our house.
Oh, but if the road in front of the store, were blocked off, why, we could set up our booths and our displays.
They'd be more centrally located, and people could enjoy and appreciate our fountain and our park.
Oh, Sister and I insist.
It was our idea in the first place, don't you know? I believe it was Jason who suggested it first, dear.
- Oh.
Then it's all settled.
We'll roll the piano out onto the front porch for Jason.
Well, I hadn't wanted to bring this up at this moment, but there is a reason why Godsey's Store is the more appropriate place for our celebration.
You see, Mr.
Godsey and I have uncovered evidence that proves that it was one of his ancestors who first settled this mountain.
But Sister and I have papers in our possession which positively identify the first settler.
As Phinneas T.
Baldwin, founder of Baldwin's Mountain, mistakenly called Walton's Mountain.
Correction, dear ladies.
Godsey's Mountain.
Grandpa always claimed it was his great-grandfather, Rome Walton, who opened up this area.
Ah, but have you proof of that? We do, of Phinneas T.
Baldwin.
And we do, in Isaak Adelbert Godsey.
Well, I'll have to ask Grandma.
Very well.
We shall table the decision as to the location of the celebration until I have time to present the evidence and study the matter further.
I don't understand this.
This is not the assignment I gave you.
We were to write something utilizing the musical principles you've given us, Professor Bowen.
Now, I did that.
It's all right here.
I just took it one step further into a more contemporary mode.
Without my permission? It was the only way I could see to approach this piece of music.
May I play some of it for you? You expect to play this at the faculty concert? I'm gonna try it out at Founders' Day first.
Founders' Day? Kleinberg was founded in September, not in the spring.
Ceremonies disrupt open classes.
I'm talking about my home, Professor Bowen.
Walton's Mountain Founders' Day.
I'd like you to come.
I can't quite believe it.
You not only go against all musical convention, you expect me to come hear you play in some small county fair? You apparently don't care much about passing my class.
Professor Bowen, I have to pass your class if I hope to graduate.
But if it means lying to myself musically or borrowing someone else's style, then I don't think I'd be very proud of that degree.
I'll be here if you change your mind, Mr.
Walton.
It's warm tonight.
Looks like spring has settled in for good.
The sun's staying up a little later each day.
Reminds me of what John-Boy said in his book, about spring climbing up the side of Walton's Mountain.
From what I hear, we have no right to call it Walton's Mountain.
Who says so? Well, Corabeth and the Baldwin sisters have been digging through their old papers.
Each of them claims to have an ancestor who was here before the first Waltons.
Can't be.
Rome Walton was the first man to settle these parts.
Well, Corabeth showed me.
It's in black and white.
Oh! Where you going, Grandma? What's got her dander up? All of a sudden the family pride is in doubt.
- Are you going to the Dew Drop already? - Yeah.
Callie wants me to learn a new number.
Sleepy Lagoon.
How does your professor like your composition? He doesn't.
He's threatening to flunk me.
- Can he do that? - He sure can.
I offered to have him come and hear me play it at Founders' Day, but he wasn't interested.
- What are you going to do? - I don't know.
I just can't believe that he wouldn't even listen to it just because it's too contemporary for his taste.
Well, see you later.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Poor Jason.
He's worked so hard on his music.
What you got there, Grandma? That looks like Rome Walton's diary.
Pa used to read it to me when I was a little boy.
Always wondered what happened to it.
- What, you've been hiding it, Ma? - Yes.
Read it.
Oh, yeah.
It's been a lot of years since I've seen this.
It's about Rome Walton's second freezing winter on the mountain.
Does it say what year it is? "I heard the pounding on the door over the howling storm, "and opened it on a man in " Oh, " who seemed not to feel the cold.
"Later I drank from the bottles he carried, "and was myself warmed by the best whiskey ever to touch my lips.
"The itinerant was Phinneas Lewis Baldwin of Culpepper County.
" An original Baldwin.
I didn't know the Recipe was that old.
Is that what Oh, wait a minute.
"It was two days before I sobered up enough to notice the storm had cleared.
" Is that why you hid it, Ma? You didn't want us to know Rome was a drinking man? Well, it says his visitor came the second winter he was on the mountain.
Say anything about Isaak Godsey in there? - Yes.
- Ah! Yeah! It says here he took supper with him, sometime the tenth year Rome was on the mountain.
- This is fun, isn't it? - It won't be for Corabeth! Where are you going? Well, to call her! I'm gonna tell her that Founders' Day is gonna be held right here! Is she gonna be mad! No! Elizabeth, honey, I got to go.
- Can I talk to you? - Anytime.
Jason doesn't think Professor Bowen's gonna come tomorrow.
I know.
Well, there's not much we can do about it, Elizabeth.
I think there is.
If I could talk to him I think I could make him come.
Want me to go along with you? I thought of that, but I'm afraid you might lose your temper.
You know how overprotective you get.
Well, I could promise to behave myself.
- All right, then we'll both go.
- Come on.
I got to drop these frames off, first.
Oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, you were doing so beautifully, and then Do the last four bars.
You can do much better.
Much better.
Much better.
No.
No! - A little musty, isn't it? - Yeah.
No wonder Jason's having trouble writing music.
Feels like it needs some air in here.
- Professor Bowen? - Yes, I'm Professor Bowen.
They told us at the office we could find you here, sir.
Yes, well, I'm very busy.
I have a student whose time is limited.
- Would you two mind waiting in the hall? - Only take a moment, sir.
- I'm Jason Walton's father.
- Yes.
- This is his sister, Elizabeth.
- Yes.
We come by to personally invite you to hear his composition tomorrow.
I am gravely disappointed in Jason.
I think he has a fine talent, but he refuses to take direction.
He must have had his reasons, sir.
He wouldn't go galloping off on his own.
I set the rules, and my students follow.
No.
Excuse me, Professor.
Now You see, music has been Jason's whole life ever since he was a real little boy.
His mama and me have always encouraged him in that.
He's worked real hard to get himself a music education.
And I'm proud of him.
Now you're telling me you're disappointed in him because he did what he thought was right instead of what you thought.
I've heard parts of Jason's composition, sir, and it's very good, I think.
I see, now you are questioning my judgment.
Jason would question my judgment.
The whole family! Oh, no, sir.
If it'd be more convenient, I'll come back No, no, you stay right where you are.
Mr.
Walton and I have finished our discussion.
Tell Jason I wish him only the best.
Thank you, sir.
Yes.
Yes.
Now Yes, dear? Yes? Yes? Everything my father was trying to say, it's in this book.
- Oh.
- It's in my brother's music, too.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Mozart's No.
12 Sonata.
Yes, sir.
Yes! Yes, yes.
Well, I've been giving some thought to what you said about the Recipe.
Whatever could we have said? You know, about who you were gonna leave it to? Oh, dear friend, the way my sister and I feel today, we're gonna live forever! - Punch, Sister? - Oh, thank you, dear.
Here's a napkin.
- Sisters.
- Oh, John.
Hello.
Have they decided to take it with them? They decided not to go! Oh, it is just too bad that Olivia couldn't be with us here today.
I talked to her on the phone last night.
She'll be here.
- Oh? - At least in spirit.
Oh.
Oh, yes, of course.
Well, I suppose that it's time to get started.
Might as well take a crack at it.
Yes, well, I will gather them together.
Now, quiet, everybody! Please.
Now, gather around for our musicale.
You people there, back at the punch bowl, come right along.
There'll be more later.
Jason, Professor didn't call or anything, did he? - Nope.
- Oh, well, don't give up hope.
- He might change his mind.
- I doubt it.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
Oh, Mr.
Godsey.
Mary Ellen.
Committee.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are so pleased that you could all be here for our little celebration.
But at this moment, the Baldwin ladies would like to make an announcement.
My sister and I feel that our community should have its own Memorial Hall, where all of these priceless objects from our past might be permanently displayed and preserved.
So for that purpose, my sister Emily and I are going to bequeath our home to future generations.
That is, of course, after we are Well, not here.
When we are elsewhere, don't you know? What a very gracious gesture, and we are all looking forward to that day.
Oh! I mean, when you bequeath your magnificent mansion for our Founders' Hall.
John, would you care to say a word, please? I want to welcome you all to our Founders' Day.
I know Ma's mighty proud today.
And I know my pa would be, too, if he were still with us.
In fact, he'd be standing up here talking to you instead of me.
You know, it seems to me that it's not real important who was the first one here.
What's more important is that, for many of us, families have been here for generations and generations.
Our folks moved into this territory, cleared the land, worked it, raised decent families, worked hard.
You know, in a way, this day is in honor of us all.
I'm proud of us.
I hope you are.
My son, Jason, has a better way of saying things.
There is something within us that tells us all we will ever know about ourselves.
There is a destiny that tells us where we will be born, where we will live, and where we will die.
Some men are drawn to oceans.
They cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist.
Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and as leaden as August.
My people were drawn to mountains.
They came when the country was young, and they settled in the upland country of Virginia that is still misted with a haze of blue, which gives those mountains their name.
They endured, and they prevailed.
Through flood and famine, diphtheria and scarlet fever, through drought and forest fire, whooping cough and loneliness, through Indian wars, a Civil War, a World War, and through the Great Depression, they endured, and they prevailed.
In my time, I have come to know them.
Grandpa, in memory, I touch your face.
A distance from me now, I feel you near.
The coyote will disappear from the Earth and the whooping crane will follow the passenger pigeon, but you will endure through all of time.
Grandma, I touch your hand, and when I do I touch the past.
I touch all the small ships that brought us to this country, and all the strong, brave women who faced a frontier and made it home.
Strength and love came together here.
So not the same, they did not seem a pair, bound together, they were so much one.
All I ever want is what they've had so long, and lived so well.
A brother with an alien name.
The ancient Jason went searching for the Golden Fleece.
Our Jason makes voyages every day and never leaves the mountain.
A first baseman grown to wife and mother, soft and stronger as she grew.
A temper always at the ready hides the best of him, but I know my brother as my friend.
A pretty girl deepens into beauty, impatient for time to pass and bring her love.
His head most often in the clouds causes the rest of him to stumble, but seldom really fall.
The little sister, full of wonder, and far enough behind to be a joy.
And close as family were our neighbors, linked to us in ties as strong as blood.
Gentility and graciousness lived there, too, the past flowing into the present, the present blending with yesterday.
I have walked the land in the footsteps of all my fathers, back in time to where the first one trod, and stopped, saw sky, felt wind, bent to touch Mother Earth, and called this home.
This mountain, this pine and hemlock, oak and poplar, laurel wild, and rhododendron, home and mountain, father, mother.
Grow, too, the sons and daughters, to walk the old paths, to look back in pride, in honored heritage, to hear its laughter and its song, to grow to stand and be themselves, one day remembered.
I have walked the land in the footsteps of all my fathers.
I saw yesterday, and now look to tomorrow.
Daddy? - Yes, honey? Is Rome Walton my great-great-great-great-grandfather? Well, let's see.
He was Pa's great-great-great-grandfather, so that makes him your No, that's wrong, there's too many greats.
Don't you know, Daddy? Why don't you look it up in the family Bible, honey? That's great, Daddy, really great.
Good night, Elizabeth! Good night, everyone.
English - SDH