The Waltons

While CJ was busy at the US Open (that is a golf event, in case you were wondering), I had a whole day to myself (what to do, what to do...). A recent blog post got me thinking about the TV show The Waltons, a show I often watched with my family in my adolescence. I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to drive down to Schuyler, VA and see Earl Hamner's childhood home and the place that began the Walton saga (since CJ had never watched The Waltons, I knew he would not find any of it very interesting).

When I arrived at the museum, I was surprised that it was set up in the Schuyler public school (the school the Hamner children attended). As it turns out, the school closed in 1991, and the museum was set up some time after that. Different school rooms were set up as various rooms in the Walton house (as seen on the TV show).


In this collage of pictures, you can see the set of John-boy's bedroom, the kitchen, and Ike Godsey's General Store.


The set of the living room



The current General Store


Earl Hamner's boyhood home (smaller than Hollywood's depiction of it)


The little, white, Baptist church


Here you can see how close the General Store was to the Hamner home... there was no traveling down the mountain to get there. It was practically in their front yard!

This is the actual camera and equipment that was used in the filming of the Waltons.

Why I love "Bones"

The interchanges between these two are just so amusing! =)

Brennan: Did you know that there is credible theory that singing came before language?
Booth: Yeah, it’s called humming. Why are they sending us to a shrink?
Brennan: Maybe it’s because you keep hitting people.
Booth: Who’d I hit?
Brennan: My father.
Booth: Your father hit me first!
Brennan: You could have pulled out your gun and said, “stop in the name of the law.”
Booth: What am I, a Mountie? Maybe it’s because they think I need a rest from you.
Brennan: Physically or intellectually?
Booth: Ha-ha No. Neither of those. I can totally keep up with you. *Grunt* You are not what you’d call an easy woman.
Brennan: Thank you. Obviously.
Booth: No, I didn’t mean – you see? Do you see how much effort this is?
Brennan: You shouldn’t have taken out your frustrations with me not being “easy” on my father!
Booth: Look, I am sorry that I hit your father. But to be fair, he resisted arrest, and I thought hitting him was better than shooting. And if singing came before speech, what did they do, go la la la?
Brennan: No, because “la” is speech.
Booth: No. "La" is not a word. It's a sound. You can’t use it in Scrabble.
Brennan: In France “la” means “the.” You can use it in French Scrabble.
Booth: This is the USA. “La” is not a word, and this will never be France!
Silence
Brennan: *Sighs* Thank you for not shooting my father.
Booth: *Smiles* You’re welcome, Bones.