Walton's Mountain
“It’s been fifty years. Why did we wait so long?,” says John Boy to himself.
To his right, Mary Ellen is softly snoring in the passenger seat.
His responsibilities as English Professor at Princeton, his commitment to caring for Mary Ellen after the accident; marrying his one true love, raising their children, and losing her to cancer has kept him far away.
He understands at a rational, logistical level, but his soul is starving for home.
The highway curves and he sees her, his family’s mountain: strip-mined, denuded of life. He punches it to 100 and makes a sharp turn.
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Sad but realistic story ❤️💔💜
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Maggie, yes it was. Thank you.
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Seems you can never go back
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Maybe he’ll be back there again but in heaven?
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That definitely took a unexpected turn.
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I’m sure it was for John Boy.
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he’d know that nothing stays the same. he had moved on, and so had the place he called home. only memories remained, lingering for as long as they were remembered.
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I’m sure he expected some changes, but not that extreme. Maybe he can get back to it in heaven…
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Hi Lisa,
Did you take a break? I read your story after a while.
I liked this piece, there’s no feeling like HOME. :)
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Surabhi I took the month of May off. Thanks for reading and your comment.
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That’s great. I am taking a break too this summer. I will resume in September when kids go back to school and my favorite season fall arrives to inspire me. :)
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Happy you are taking some time for yourself.
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A lovely story Li. How are you doing my friend?
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Oh dear. Your story ended more tragically than mine.
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The irony is that the politicians who used “The Waltons” as their ideal of the American family are the same ones who allowed some corporate monolith to strip the mountain.
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Irony of the worst kind :(
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A sad tale Lisa – going back – you can’t recapture what was sometimes its best just to remember how things used to be ❤️
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Ange, I think that was his best choice. Not sure what was going through his mind when he veered off of the highway :(
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I love this little bit of fan fiction!
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V, thank you. I was/am a huge fan of the show.
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