Opening Narration: I like to think back on my boyhood because though the times we lived in were hard, the life we lived was good. We were never hungry, for food was plentiful; we took it from the land. But still there was a lack of material things, and I remember with wonderment the way my parents wove the magic around us that kept us from ever feeling poor.
Closing Narration: As the years went on and we all went our separate ways, we were to provide my mother and father with so many grandchildren that their lives were never without the sound of a baby or a growing child's voice. And all those grandchildren were beneficiaries of the extraordinary love that was given to us during those years we spent on Walton's Mountain.