A Puppy, Mischief and Patsy

My First Response to Logan’s two Truths and a Lie Challenge

When I was a preschooler, my family moved to Bryn Mawr on Philadelphia’s Main Line. It was a beautiful hilly neighborhood with diverse architecture and houses with big yards and lots of green areas to play in. Our house was on Old Gulph Road about 100 yards from the intersection with New Gulph Road which crossed at a very acute angle forming an area with houses on a narrow triangle. Behind our house was a hill going down to a pond maybe 25 feet across with a small dam emptying into a creek that ran about 1/2 a mile down to a large estate with a lake. On the other side of the pond was a hill which was part of the backyard of my friend Doug’s house on New Gulph Road. On the edge of the pond was a large Mulberry tree which we used to love to climb, but which became treacherous during the summer when it fruited and dropped mulberries everywhere creating a literally slippery slope. My mom hated it because it turned everything and anyone who came near a dark shade of purple. It was impossible to get the stains out of our clothes and took days to wear off of our mouths after gorging on the sweet berries at the height of the season.

Across the street lived Patsy, my best friend. Doug was nice, but he wasn’t Patsy. The three of us played together a lot in my and Doug’s shared backyard with the pond, creek and mulberry…