Sunday mornings were a time to look forward to when I was younger. It was a time to be taken back to bygone days on Walton’s Mountain.
I used to sit there engrossed in the tales of the happy, extended family. I wished I was part of it! Of course, I knew it was only a story because, after all, nobody had seven children, did they?!
Each week had a story with a moral, usually a story that would have me in tears (not very difficult to do), and a lesson learnt for someone and a happy ending. A new fairytale every week.
And how I loved the very end of each episode where the family would say their goodnights.
I’ve tried telling the children all about this programme but I feel my description doesn’t do it justice. Perhaps one day they’ll get to see an episode and then see what the fuss is about. I wonder if they’d love it as much as I did when I was growing up?
Or have kids changed too much now?
Or was I just easily pleased?!
I wonder how many large family parents have memories of growing up with The Waltons in the recesses of their minds?
Ah, yes, you Waltons, you have a lot to answer for!