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Best TV Actress Drama | 1972 | Patricia
Best Movie Made for TV | 1972
Best Edited Television Program | 1972 | Gene Fowler
Outstanding Writing Achievement in Drama Adaptation | 1972 | Earl Hamner,
Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Drama A Single Program | 1972 | Fielder
Outstanding Single Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role | 1972 | Patricia
Earl Hamner's two children, Scott and Carrie, are in the film as two of the children listening to the missionary lady'; he is the boy with paler hair and she is the short-dark-haired girl in a homemade hat.
Dorothy Stickney (Emily Baldwin) and Josephine Hutchinson (Mamie Baldwin) died only two days apart in real life: Stickney on June 2, 1998 and Hutchinson on June 4, 1998.
Ellen Corby (Esther Walton) and Edgar Bergen (Zeke Walton) previously played another married couple, Trina and Peter Thorkelson, in I Remember Mama (1948).
In the final scene where everyone is saying goodnight to each other, the only name that isn't called out (besides Esther's and Zebb's) is Jason's.
While all of the child actors would reprise their roles for the subsequent TV series The Waltons (1972), of the adult actors only Ellen Corby would do so.
"John Boy [Narrator]: Christmas is the season where we give tokens of love. In that house we received not tokens but love itself. I became the writer I promised my father I would be, and my destiny led me far from Walton's Mountain. My mother lives there still. Alone now, for we lost my father in 1969. My brothers and sisters, grown with children of their own, live not far away. We are still a close family and see each other when we can. And like Miss Mamie Baldwin's fourth cousins, we're apt to sample the recipe and then gather around the piano and hug each other while we sing the old songs. For no matter the time or distance, we are united in the memory of that Christmas Eve. More than 30 years and 3,000 miles away, I can still hear those sweet voices."
"John: [John-Boy had just received a bunch of tablets from his father] I wonder how word got all the way to the North Pole that you wanted to be a writer. John-Boy: [Near tears] Well I guess he must be a right smart man. John: I don't know a thing about the writing trade, son. But if you wanna take it up, you gotta give it your best."
