If you have been sauntering along the walkway that borders the Charles River in Watertown, Massachusetts, (and, by the way, only on the Watertown side, not on the Newton side), you may have noticed the walks stained with purple. Were you to look above you, among the green leaves of the tree shading the walkway, you may have spied shiny white berries or perhaps luminous red berries. White berries, red berries -- You may have asked yourself, "Are they poisonous?" and walked on by -- But if you were truly sensitive to the ecology of the area, you would have asked yourself, "What are they and how did they get here?" Marash Boy knew what they were and stopped to feast on the lusciously ripe mulberries that bordered the Charles River on that June day. Who would have planted mulberries along the Charles? He thought that mulberries were the special property of the Armenians from Marash -- he had grown up with the mulberry tree on the top of Wilbraham Mountain. [See http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2012/07/mulberries-along-charles.html] But here they were in his own back yard, as it were. . . How so? Did the Armenians from Watertown plant them when they arrived in the 1920's? Did the Italians from Newton plant them?