That name rang a bell of an old memory, one I could never place, other than the Pottstown area. Back in about 1959 my oldest brother was getting married and his future wife had an Aunt Elsie Liss. I spent a weekend out at their place in company of her cousin Skippy Liss. I remember an old stone farmhouse and wood cook stove in the kitchen. Skippy was a bit older and had me shooting BB guns and showed me his trapping gear. I was about 11 at the time and thought it was the neatest place. I often wondered where that place was, and Pruss Hill it was!