Cenizo Journal Winter 2016 | Page 22

Slow Move To Marathon by Jayne Gallo M Photo courtesy of Danielle Gallo y first visit to the Big Bend was in September, 2005. I had just moved to the Raleigh, North Carolina area to be near my older daughter Tara and her family – granddaughter Cassie was seven and Jimmy 18 months old – because I wanted to be part of their lives as they grew.  But before begin- ning my new job, it was time to visit what had been my younger daughter Danielle’s home for about three years: Marathon, Texas. Marathon was quite different from anywhere I had lived, or visited! Growing up in New York City where the nearest tree was in the park six blocks away, living for nearly six years 22 Cenizo in Albuquerque, New Mexico in the big city desert, then in rural New Hampshire for 21 years – nothing pre- pared me for Marathon. But, I quickly understood why she had chosen to relocate there: the dry and moderate climate was wonderful and the scenery stunning, the quiet and peaceful way of life so appealing. And I found that the most important aspect, the feature I found most attractive, was the people. Over the past 10 years I’ve usually visited several times a year, enjoying the mild temperatures, the low humid- ity and the sunshine. Living in small towns in New Hampshire was nothing like Marathon with its 400 or so resi- dents and a span that I could walk First Quarter 2016 from one end to the other. New York, New Mexico, New Hampshire and North Carolina are all beautiful states, but my first trip to Big Bend National Park  a few years ago took my breath away! Sitting with a friend who had traveled with me, as we had lunch at the Lodge in the Basin, we were awestruck at the magnificent views before us. As I’ve spent time in Marathon, wherever we went people were wel- coming and friendly. At Shirley’s Burnt Biscuit my favorite fried pie was avail- able and brought with a smile, and at Johnny B’s or the Marathon Coffee Shop my hot tea and biscuits cheerful- ly served as the staff came by to see my granddaughters. At St. Mary Catholic Mission Church I felt part of the con- gregation gathered to worship each Sunday, as I was greeted by the others present. Events like last year’s Easter egg helicopter drop for the town's chil- dren was so well planned and executed, and such a fun time for all – children and adults alike. As I’ve gotten to know people the character of the community has revealed itself as caring, committed, and welcoming. There’s a warmth in the people here that speaks to me of the values they hold dear, and that is very attractive to me.  continued on page 27