Acknowledgments
There are so many people to thank for this book. First and foremost, my parents, for providing a strong foundation and teaching me to climb. To my brothers, who have stood by me through great difficulties and our biggest laughs. I love you and appreciate the men you have become. Mom, Dad... dont worry, we made it.
To Beverly Nault, without whom this book might never have happened. She does all things writing that I dont do, or dont like to do. Her dedication and commitment to me and this process was what allowed me to write my story. Bev, I thank you for being a confidante, sounding board, great researcher, and friend through all the ups and downs. We did it!
To John Scognamiglio, for championing this book and being so patient, professional, and kind every step of the way. I feel lucky to have you as our editor. Your guidance brought it forth.
To Dr. Karen Seratti, who provided direction at the perfect time. To those who read it in all its stages, encouraging me to go on: Maria Calleia, Rozanne DeCampos, Carol Douglas, Chris Epting, Alexandra Paul, Tin Hayden, June Dowad, Sybil Goodrich, Claire Peterson, Claylene Jones, Angie Umbarger, Glen Woodmansee, and Sylvaine Capron. Your input and support were invaluable.
To Maureen Pratt, Caroline Paul, Rod Mitchell, Alison Arngrim, Laura Hillenbrand, Dr. Ron Zodkevitch, Stephen Shearer, Scott Vestal, and Eve Golden, whose ideas, insights, and advice were integral to the book.
To Rick Ellis and Stephen Anderson, for having our backs on all things legal. To Paulette Cohn, for being the connector. Dr. Daniel Wallace, for everything lupus-related and so much more; to Tom Sheridan, for lessons in integrity and never letting the bus hit me. Earl Hamner, for his generosity of spirit. Kari Lizer, for her friendship, inspiration, and Mrs. W. To Mark Tinker, Johh Putch, and Bob Yannetti, for supporting me personally and believing in me professionally. To my Walton family, for loving me; and the Walton fans, for all their encouragement from the moment they heard I was going to write this book. More thanks than I can say to my dear friends, who lift me up on a daily basis. I feel so blessed to have you in my life.
To Syd, my light and purpose on this planet, for the lessons you continue to teach me. To Kylie and Robyn, who have added love and learning to my life as the step monster. To Runtie, who taught me how to love again. Without you, I would likely be lost and alone.
To my Donmy mate, partner, best friend, and love. I feel more appreciation that I am capable of expressing. I love you more than you know, and without your complete support and unwavering love, there would be no book.
Now... read it!
B EVERLYS A CKNOWLEDGMENTS
Without many people supporting us, this project may never have made it into print. My mom, Barbara, always told me I could achieve whatever the Lord set on my heart. My sister, Brenda, read the manuscript, edited it, and prayed for us. To my kids: Evan, if it wasnt for you, Mary and I might never have met. Lindsay, your never-give-up approach to life inspired me more than youll ever know. Mary Jo Nault, you cheered us on. And to my husband, Gary, my sweetheart and best friend, you never doubted that we would make this dream come true.
My mentor through the Christian Writers Guild, Kathy Tyers, your quiet encouragement, gentle instruction, and Christian friendship lifted my skills, faith, and belief in myself. Ill never forget the monthly sessions at the Temecula Critique Group led by Rebecca Farnbach. Also thanks to Ashley Ludwig, Dona Watson, Joanne Bischof, Dan and Denise Harmer, Lynn Donovan, Fred Tingler, Dave Henkel, and Jackie Harts. Elaine Klonicki, Mary and I appreciate your advice and direction as well.
To the other Walton cast members and Earl Hamner, thanks for your insight and support. To all The Waltons fans, thanks for keeping us going when we might have given up without your constant reminders you were out there. Kevin Brown, thanks for letting me work on this at my desk when things were slow. Really, they were! Don, thanks for sharing Mary with me all those long hours. I know you lifted her spirits when things were tough.
And a special word to Mary. Ill forever appreciate your faith that I was the person with whom to take the journey. You accepted my nudges, my ideas, and my probes into the depths of your hidden places. Without your dedication, your incredible instinct and creative talent, these compelling memories wouldnt have the same transparency and honesty. Ill never forget the laughter and tears we shared, our Monday morning phone chats, standing in the rain discussing agents and editors, meetings over breakfast and lunch, the chills I felt when you first read our baby to the fans. Heres to all the peaks and valleys we shoved this boulder up, down, and across. My writer-sister and dear friend, thank you for not only allowing me to be a tiny part of the legacy of The Waltons, but to labor alongside you during this incredible journey on, around, and up to the peak of Marys Mountain.
God Bless,
Beverly Nault
I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, Move from here to there and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.
Matthew 17:20
Caterpillar
By Mary Beth McDonough (age 10)
One day as I was lying in the grass,
A caterpillar crawled in my ear.
He traveled through the thoughts in my mind
To see what he could find
There were so many roads to take
He didnt know where to go
Up, down, to or fro
So he decided to go down.
There he found grey colors and
In this world was not a sound
No feeling or maybe it was all feelings
He didnt know, so he went up
There he found flowers and sunshine days
And a lot of happy things in many ways
He found experiences good and bad, but
Something about this happy world
Was sad
This place was nice but he had to leave
For soon he figured out it was all a dream
It just wasnt as real as it all seemed
Then he went to and fro
There he saw dreams that could never come true
This made him sad and blue, but realized
This was a reality world
How sad but happy he became, so that
All the dreams seemed the same
Yet, there was still hope
He told me not to give up, to try and cope.
Because ever yones dreams can come true in life
Although sometimes they may seem stifled and small
Always try and keep building your wall
Hold it together and dont let it fall
After he had been up, down, to and fro
There was something he knew that I
Didnt know
Then he crawled out of my other ear
But he was a BUTTERFLY... and
He flew away with all my hopes dreams and cries.
A Special Note from Beverly Nault
M Y V ISIT TO THE M OUNTAIN
Along with the rest of America, I watched The Waltons and wondered what it was like growing up in that familiar clapboard home, its screen door bursting open to reveal three generations living under the same roof. The mountain family, the tree house, lumber mill, old-timey cars, homespun clothes, and gentle story lines that taught values and morals seemed far removed from my own home in 1970s Texas suburbia. I wondered what it was like to be one of those actor-type kids who might as well have been living on a different planet: Hollywood seemed so remote, so glamorous. Except for glimpses of them in teen magazines and celebrity appearances on TV, I couldnt begin to imagine what it was like to be Jon, Judy, Mary, Eric, David, or Kami.