Looking down the stream to where it goes through a culvert under the highway. When I was a kid, there used to be paths along the stream but it looks like no one plays there any more.
 
Along with the brook trout, the crick was loaded with what we called "muddy grubbers", small primitive looking fish.  These were what I think were Mottled Sculpins, see this Link.

On the other side of the highway is the Juniata River, which is one of the premier trout streams in Pennsylvania today, and is quite a beautiful river.  But back then was contaminated with paper mill effluent and sewage.  Hundreds of big suckers would occasionally hover in the clear waters of the stream as it entered the Juniata, and you could have a lot of fun jigging them with a treble hook.