John and Olivia’s
The Inspector told me that it’s magic, and I agree with him. I’ve long known the power of sunshine and familial love, the power in nature’s beauty, and the power of a simple temporary change of atmosphere. There’s also power in being surrounded by something comforting and safe. I found all of these things on Walton’s mountain, and the peace was nothing short of magic.
Earl Hamner has been a hero of mine since I was a little girl, since before I even knew I wanted to be a writer. Now that I have found my calling, he is become something of an intangible, an inspiration. I believe there is probably no greater honor than having your words come to life to bless others, to bring them a sense of home and peace, and that’s exactly what Mr. Hamner has done. I hope he knew that, I think he probably did. Though his books were a bit different than the tv show they inspired, I think the overarching feeling has been captured in The Walton’s. Earlier this week, I got to walk through his family home and also a replica of the Walton’s television show house, and actually to stay there!!
I walked into the front door of John and Olivia’s, a B&B run by Carole Johnson, just a few yards from Earl Hamner’s childhood home, and barely held back tears. It was just like walking into the Walton’s house! You almost expect a young Elizabeth to come running down the stairs, chased by Jim Bob, or to hear Grandma fussing at Grandpa, and to see Olivia’s welcoming face. Olivia wasn’t there, but Carole was, and her friendly, smiling face and willingness to chat about all things Walton’s put me right at ease, like I was at home. I couldn’t believe how like the show it all looked, and more than that, it felt like it, too.
There was one other guest staying there, Inspector Mark. A kinder soul will never be found than this man. He was a long way from home for work, and has found a temporary home at John and Olivia’s. He had fun stories to share about moonshiners in another county, and good suggestions for nearby food and things to do. The best part, he was ok with us doing the “Goodnights,” calling, “Goodnight Erin, Goodnight Olivia,” and we responded, “Goodnight Ben!” I don’t think our stay would’ve been complete without him.
When we walked up the steps, an almost perfect replica of the show, I took a breath before stepping into our room, the Writer’s room, John Boy’s room. It was so meaningful for me to look around in there, to see the Boatright University banner, the lovely lace curtains, and then the typewriter. A pair of round glasses sat next to it, so I of course had to sit down and try them on, as I played with the keys. I felt a kindred spirit there, though I know this wasn’t the actual home of the actual writer. It was, however, an exact replica of the tv room where a writer sat and formed his manuscripts and his words of love of family and God and country life, all things I hold most dear.
This place is a beautiful gift, I highly recommend it for a girls’ weekend, a vacation, a family reunion, or just to get away and grab some peace. Tell Carole hello for me, and see the magic for yourself.
