A Waltons Story
(The Waltons Fan Fiction)
By: Kristi N. Zanker
Disclaimer: All publicly recognized characters, settings, etc. are the property of Lorimar Productions and Warner Bros. Television. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. I, in no way am associated with the owners, creators, or producers of The Waltons. No copyright infringement is intended.
From that moment on, letters were exchanged almost daily between Jenny and John-Boy, picking up where they had left off on Waltons Mountain years ago. After months of writing back and forth, both decided to eventually meet, which they did. It was also at this time, that John-Boy had completed his third novel and was anticipating a response.
Each day, on his lunch hour, John-Boy and Jenny met at the nearby park. Jenny always brought a picnic basket filled to the brim with sandwiches, vegetables, bottles of Coke and a few homemade cookies. One day, after finishing a sugar cookie, John-Boy announced that he had heard from Hastings House and they decided to publish his novel about the war. He felt very lucky because, as that letter had stated, war stories were not particularly popular at this time. However, his publisher was so stunned by the story and his experiences that they couldn’t refuse to accept it.
It was then Jenny gave the news of the house being sold and the closing was in three days. In all of the excitement, John-Boy leaned over and kissed her; then pulled away. He wanted to apologize for his unexpected gesture and behavior, but all he could do at that moment was grasp her hands and quietly speak.
“When I left Waltons Mountain, it seemed like everything was falling into place there, I wasn’t sure if anything would be right for me again, but this job in Richmond came along and you happened to still be here. I don’t mean to be forward, but let’s start a new life together.
“What I’m trying to say is, don’t sell that house. I want it to be ours and I want children—our children—to run in the yard and you being there when I return from work. I know we’ve been through a lot, but I know deep down that this is the right thing to do. We should’ve done this a long time ago. How about it, Jenny? I never thought I’d utter these words to another woman as long as I lived but—Jenny, will you marry me?”
“Of course I will. I thought you’d never ask,” she replied. The two embraced and held on to each other for what seemed like an eternity.
It was an enormous step, but they both knew that it would be in the right direction this time.
Copyright © 2011 by Kristi N. Zanker
Author’s Note: I wish to thank everyone who took time out of their day to read A Waltons Story. To those who left reviews, I wish to sincerely thank you for your encouragement, comments and thoughtful suggestions. More acknowledgements are extended to Jacki Hopper, for her poem in Chapter 5 – The New Beginning and Maggie Consiglio for her assistance and guidance of when a large number of the Waltons clan was present in a chapter. Your continuous help over the years it took me to finish this was and still is extremely appreciated.
Completing this story was a feat on its own due to the fact that not only is it the longest story I’ve ever written, but the amount of research conducted to create the time period of the early 1940s, and the endless hours of revisions and editing must be included. I did not want the reader to feel that this story had been rushed, nor did I want to drag it out. In the years it took to compose A Waltons Story (2005-2007) and finishing the epilogue around two months ago now, I had all of the emotions any writer would feel when crafting such a yarn. As any writer would know, this skill is not an easy one and never will be. I’m glad I was able to have the courage to share this story with you and post a new chapter each week. Once again, thank you for your continued and loyal interest in my fan fiction stories.
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