The Walton family is about to celebrate another Christmas. It's during the '30s and the Depression. John Walton promised to be home soon but...更多>
Jim-Bob Walton: What's the matter with Mary Ellen? John-Boy: Well, she's just crazy, everybody goes crazy when you're thirteen. Mary Ellen: The world is a big round ball! Eight-thousand miles smack through the middle! Waltons Mountain is just a tiny speck on it! Little Girl: Thy two breasts are like two young rows that are twins which feed among the lilies. Solomon Song Chapter 4:5. Missionary: Er... Thank you. John-Boy: CALM DOWN NOW! JUST HOLD IT! Olivia: You watch your temper! You're the oldest, you make them mind! John-Boy: Well I am tired of being the oldest! I feel like an old mother duck! Olivia: Can't do a thing about that now. You're stuck with it. John-Boy: [Quietly, to the kids] All right next - the next one of you that moves is gonna get a spanking! John-Boy: Grandpa, do we got something to show we own Walton's Mountain? Grandpa: You can't own a mountain any more than you can own an ocean or a piece of the sky. You hold it in trust. You live on it, you take life from it, and once you're dead, you rest in it. John-Boy: I'd just as soon not think about that part. Grandpa: You're not ready for it yet. John-Boy: Are you? Grandpa: Never! Grandpa: There's your tree, Boy! John-Boy: Woo-hoo! She's a dandy, Grandpa! Grandpa: It's the one I've watched grow all the time of its life. John-Boy: You sure know how to pick'em! Claudie: Got another one? Mary Ellen: [Quoting a Bible verse] What has man profited if he gains the whole world and loses a soul. Claudie: Too hard to remember. Mary Ellen: Jesus wept. Olivia: What are we going to live on this coming week? John: Love, Woman. Ben: John Boy, did you go crazy when you were 13. John-Boy: I didn't have time. I was so busy taking care of YOU CHILDREN! Elizabeth: Mary Ellen called us piss ants. Olivia: Well you know better than that don't you, Elizabeth? Elizabeth: I don't feel like a piss ant. Olivia: There, you see? Olivia:
If John doesn't get home soon with money, all we'll have for Christmas dinner is my applesauce cake. We won't even have that if I don't get a move on.
Olivia: What were you doing up there? John-Boy: Nothing, Mama. Olivia: Then what's the door locked for? John-Boy: I reckon it just got locked. Olivia: A door don't get locked all by itself. Now what were you doing up there behind locked doors? John-Boy: Sometimes I like a little privacy, Mama. Mary Ellen: Let Erin help you, she's such a prissy-butt. Erin: I am not a prissy-butt! Olivia: Would you girls stop arguing and get busy? GO! Grandpa: This is fought-for land. John-Boy: Battles right here? Grandpa: More than one: flood, fire, freezing weather, diptheria, scarlet fever, whooping cough, loneliness, hard times. John-Boy: I thought you meant wars. Grandpa: Them too. John-Boy: Santa Claus is gonna take one look at that bird poop and he's gonna head right back up the chimney. Mary Ellen: I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Grandma: If this depression get's any worse, you may have to. Ike Godsey: Sheriff, why don't you wait until after Christmas to lock Charlie up? He's a man of his word, he won't run out on you. Sheriff Bridges: You double dog right he won't. He's going to jail. Charlie Sneed: Christmas ain't no time to be locking a man up in that old, drafty jail of yours. I could die of pneumonia before morning. You want that on your conscience that I died of pneumonia on Christmas? Sheriff Bridges: You should've given that some thought while you was stealing them turkeys and hams. Charlie Sneed: Ike, you got any Christmas cheer in this place? Ike Godsey: I got a little of Miss Emily and Miss Maime's recipe for snake bite. Charlie Sneed: [Pretend a snake bit him] Hot doggies! I believe he got me just now. Looky there. John-Boy: You know what's in that tablet, Mama? All my secret thoughts. What I feel and what I think about. What it's like late at night to hear a whipoorwill call and hear it's mate call back. The rumbling of the midnight train crossing the tressel at Rockfish, or just watching the water go by the creek and knowing some day it will reach the ocean, wondering if I'll ever seen an ocean and what a wonder that would be. You know, Mama, sometimes I hike on over to the highway and I sit and watch the buses go by and the people in them and I'm wondering what they're like and what they say to each other and where they're bound for. Things stay in my mind, I can't forget anything and it all get's bottled up in here and sometimes I feel like a crazy man. I can't rest or sleep or anything until I rush up here and write it down in that tablet. Sometimes I think I really am crazy. John Boy [Narrator]:
Christmas is the season where he give tokens of love. In that house we received not tokens but love itself. I became the writer I promised my father I would be asnd my destiny lead me far from Walton's Mountain. My mother lives there still. Alone now for we lost my father in 1969. My brothers and sisters, grown with children of their own, live not far away. We are still a close family and see each other when we can. And like Miss Maime Baldwin's fourth cousins, we're apt to sample the recipe and then gather around the piano and hug each other while we sing the old songs. For no matter the time or distance, we are united in the memory of that Christmas eve. More than 30 years and 3,000 miles away, I can still hear those sweet voices.