[narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal
So much of what we learned in those early years was rooted in that small schoolhouse on Waltons Mountain. I remember it warmly, and well, along with our teacher, Miss Rosemary Hunter. And long after I left her school, Miss Hunter figured prominently in a special time of learning for my mother, and for me. A time when each of us searched for that most elusive of persons, one's own self.