A few days ago, my former social studies teacher--great lady, who still lives on southern-most end of Carpenter Street--tells me there's a CREEK [Another creek?!], running behind the houses on O Street and along the back wall of the Penn Branch Shopping Center. When I heard that, I could've had a baby right on her porch!
My mind flooded with questions...
How big or deep is it? Where does it go? What kind of animals, besides our lovable and prolific Brangler opossum, are living down there? Can the people, who live along O Street actually see the creek from their backyards? Does anybody have any cool stories about this creek?
Recently, I've noticed there was a rather thick patch of woods, behind the PBC; truthfully, I couldn't guess how thick it might actually be. It is a pretty wild patch and hard to see into, but, I would love to get a look this creek! From what Mrs. G told me, I would wager it is not as big as Pope Creek, which runs along the backs of the houses on Pope Street. Perhaps, when re-development begins on PBC, and that back wall gets torn down, we might get a peek.
There was a great creek behind the private school that I attended, as a child. We played in it, swam in it (sometimes), fished tadpoles, frogs and crayfish out of it, and I have never forgotten my affinity for creeks and streams.
Mel Dyer
My mind flooded with questions...
How big or deep is it? Where does it go? What kind of animals, besides our lovable and prolific Brangler opossum, are living down there? Can the people, who live along O Street actually see the creek from their backyards? Does anybody have any cool stories about this creek?
Recently, I've noticed there was a rather thick patch of woods, behind the PBC; truthfully, I couldn't guess how thick it might actually be. It is a pretty wild patch and hard to see into, but, I would love to get a look this creek! From what Mrs. G told me, I would wager it is not as big as Pope Creek, which runs along the backs of the houses on Pope Street. Perhaps, when re-development begins on PBC, and that back wall gets torn down, we might get a peek.
There was a great creek behind the private school that I attended, as a child. We played in it, swam in it (sometimes), fished tadpoles, frogs and crayfish out of it, and I have never forgotten my affinity for creeks and streams.
Mel Dyer
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