- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] In memory now I think to that time in 1940 when the war was in Europe, wide miles across the Atlantic from the Blue Ridge. A time when its treachery rarely reached as far as Waltons Mountain. Still, the seeds of distrust and suspicion were everywhere. They were there for my sister, Elizabeth, when she began to keep a journal, such as I had done as a boy. Her imagination, always vivid, had been joined by a genuine gift for exaggeration. So when the rumor began, Elizabeth was among those who passed it along, bigger than when she had received it.