If there was ever one show on television that was the least likely to induce chills it was this depression era family friendly drama. That is until 1978, when Elizabeth hit puberty and all hell broke loose on Walton mountain. Clinging desperately to her youth and unwilling to accept the inevitability of her oncoming decrepitude, the no longer adorable gingerfrau Elizabeth inadvertently invites a poltergeist to terrorize her family with sub-par piano playing, and the smashing of worthless heirlooms. Stones levitate, mirrors fog up, and radios stop working whenever the schlep-rock carrot-top is present. Finally, the tension culminates when the specter wreaks havoc at an ill-conceived slumber party. In order to dispel the presence, our war torn, copper-topped hero must renounce her childhood and own up to her gerontophobia. In the voice over epilogue provided by the always mole-faced John Boy, we are informed that the supernatural incidents were never repeated after our eumelanin-challenged heroine's impromptu exorcism.
 INDELIBLE SCENE(S): That crazy rag doll getting up and walking around!
Sounds like a loose-riff on the Bell Witch legend.
Oh. My. God. You had my heart before, but now I'm wiling to go into slavery for you. How friggin' awesome that you mean THE WALTONS. So needed. Great show and this certainly fits.
And Ralph Waite was hot. OK, that's not so traumatic… but worth mentioning! 🙂
Well that answers my previous question…I could have sworn it was Little House On The Prairie.
It hurts my heart that anyone would confuse Little House with the awful Waltons, but the way Little House went off the rails after they exhausted the source material, this episode would fit right in!
Puberty just brings nothing but the devil's handiwork! Just what I would expect from this bible-thumping fundie-Baptist show. Hide those dirty pillows, Elizabeth!