Standing Shoulder to Shoulder

Live oak on riverbank, 12-30-11The changing of the year was exquisite in our corner of the Hill Country

My husband and I never get tired of walking down to the river. With the variable weather, the rising and falling waters, the freely roaming animals, the constantly changing light and shadow, the wind like ocean surf and our unique neighbors, this is the most alive place we’ve ever been.

Sometimes we’re stunned that we ended up in this place, though moving here was a deliberate decision. We’re also stunned that we–who can go for days without wanting to speak to another human besides ourselves–we’re stunned that we like so many people here. And there are so many worth liking.

It’s not like we’ve been holed up somewhere all our lives. Each of us has lived in other states and traveled extensively. We’re originally from New York, my husband from the City and myself from the Island. But now we become uneasy when we cross the Cibolo River into the moderate congestion of San Antonio. The little town of Blanco, north of us, is as bustling and cosmopolitan a burg as we want to visit.

We’re not withdrawing from life. We’re doing the opposite. We have more positive human interaction than ever before because the people here are different.

Perhaps that’s because this area retains some of its frontier quality. This place was the edge of Comancherรญa before the 1860’s, and Apacherรญa before that. Settled mostly by mountaineers from Tennessee, Missouri and Arkansas, and then by German immigrants just before the Civil War, Texans here count their generations on a single hand. The past is recent. There are fewer people, but more interconnections among people.

On a frontier, it’s vital to know the character of your neighbors. People talk to each other here. People measure each other here. Each person is an asset or a liability. Can your neighbors be trusted? If you help them in an emergency, will they come to your aid when it’s your turn to need help? Will they stand firm? There’s a degree of solidarity, of standing shoulder to shoulder, that seems to be handed down from an earlier time. It’s a strange but wonderful feeling to stand shoulder to shoulder with people you know you can trust.

On a frontier, people’s jobs don’t define them. They define their jobs. They do what they have to do. They make opportunity. Conchay and Mari opened a Mexican restaurant that revived a dying shopping center, then opened a Chinese restaurant next to it. Derek runs a 300-acre ranch and is one of the two fire department captains. Paty sells the best tacos in 50 miles from a tiny trailer on the side of the road. There’s confidence and self-sufficiency here that we’ve never seen in a city or a suburb.

People are more individual. Not that they try to be–they are. Katie, who worked in a factory, has such an original mind that we’ve thought about walking around after her with a pad and pen, writing down what she says. Her husband built an airplane in their living room.

Most amazingly, there’s no propaganda–or, at least, propaganda is recognized for being just that. Only after we left the East and West Coasts did we realize how bombarded the rest of the country is with constant propaganda.

This isn’t Pollyanna-land. There are plenty of problems, including underemployment, poverty, drugs, drought, flood and fire. But we’ve found what feels like normal life. Standing shoulder to shoulder with our neighbors, we mean to hold on to it as long as we can.

By S.J. Driscoll

24 thoughts on “Standing Shoulder to Shoulder

  1. Lovely post. I’ve visited the San Antonio area and have thought it might be a place where I’d live some day. Your home sounds heavenly!

    That’s quite a change from NYC and Manhattan to Texas. Sounds like you’ve settled in nicely, but were there any adjustments you had to make, like giving up morning lattes or something?

    • Hi, Lynette! Thanks for commenting. We were surprised how easily we meshed with this place. It’s as though we’ve always lived here but came home for the first time. About the lattes: our last apartment in Santa Clara was across the street from a Starbuck’s. No, I don’t miss the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP of their delivery truck parking at 12:30 a.m.!

  2. Sally, we’re not too far apart. I’m north of Austin in suburbia. ๐Ÿ™‚ I firmly believe in the power of neighborhood solidarity. Beautiful post.

  3. What a wonderful post Sally! And a beautiful picture. Wow, what a gorgeous area to be able to live in. I’m glad that you and your husband have taken the opportunity to move from the city and enjoy the benefits of country living. The area around San Antonio is known to be a peaceful, friendly place. What a perfect setting to write. Thank you for sharing a little piece of your world.

    • Hi, Karen! I take a lot of photos around here. But what to do with them–no idea. That’s why they show up here. Have a great first week of 2012.

  4. Sounds like a wonderful place, Sally. it’s lovely to read that you’re so happy where you are. That pleasure comes through in every sentence. Thanks for sharing this part of your journey.

  5. It’s good to see that everyone can find their own perfect place. I think I just recently discovered mine. Now I have to work on getting there. It’s motivating to know that others have moved far from home and made it a new home. Thanks for sharing.

    • Emma, it took me 18 months of research to find this place, along with an unexpected opportunity to work my employer’s annual meeting. Then, like you, we had to figure out how to make this real. Good luck–the effort’s worth it!

  6. Thanks, Sheila! You’d think you’d get lonesome, but it doesn’t happen. This is perfect for writing–and for my job. Thanks to the Internet, I can live here and work on the East Coast.

  7. Beautiful photo, SJ. We too enjoy living in an area where it’s quiet and private, where we may not see another person for days on end. It’s the perfect locale for writing!

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