Neighbors Concerned About Sandy Hook Subdivision
By Andrew Gorosko
People living near the site of a proposed 18-lot residential subdivision on Route 34 and Paug...
SCAN Artists Are
Getting Ready For The Holidays
The Society of Creative Arts of Newtown, Inc is planning its 29th Annual Holiday Art Show and Sale of membersâ&#...
Friday, November 5
12th Annual Northeast Music, Art and Dance Festival (NOMAD), 7:30-10:30 pm, 12 Berkshire Road, tickets $8, opening night will be devoted...
Help Sought To Keep Newtown’s
Tree-Lighting Tradition Bright
Fifteen years ago the Newtown Chamber of Commerce decided to begin an annual tradition ...
Supports Chief’s Dismissal
The following letter to the New England Association of Chiefs of Police has been received for publication.
Dear Chie...
Youth Work Camps -
When Service Isn’t Just A Job
By Jeff White
“People don’t realize how much fun it is. You don’...
Thomas Scanzillo
Thomas Scanzillo, 91, of Monroe, husband of the late Susan (DiCecco) Scanzillo, died October 28 at St Vincent’s Medical Center, fol...
State Grants Horse Guard Funding For New Stables
By Kim J. Harmon
The horses of the Second Company Governor’s Horse Guard on the grounds of Fairfiel...
Hello! My family has been doing this for years (since our now 16 year old was in Project Eagle at SHS). We have picked up over 30 bags of litter since the quarantine started. Kristy Davenport, paraeducator at SHS just picked up a ton of litter too! It is my hope that this is one of the many ways we can (again) take something tragic and horrible and use it to do some good. Thank you!
My name is Jack McAvoy, older brother of Joanne and Patricia McAvoy who lost their lives in an automobile accident 50 years ago on the date above. I wonder if any readers still remember two of the most wonderful sisters a brother could ever have, and I'll bet two of the nicest friends one could ever know. Joanne was 17, Patricia 15. I can't thank the Bee enough for posting this In Memoriam. As a regular reader of the "Way We Were" feature from my home in Pennsylvania, I wondered if any mention would be made of the accident as the sad anniversary approached. It was not (so far anyway), and I totally understood because that's probably not the place to recount such a tragic event. And then . . . then I clicked on Obituaries and saw that the precious memory of these dear girls is still alive in their hometown thanks to this newspaper with a heart. I am so moved. If anyone knew them, you would understand why. On the chance that a former classmate/friend might want to visit their grave site, they are interred in St. Rose Cemetery very close to the entrance. Take the road to the right just a little way and you'll find the headstone close to the road. If anyone reads this and remembers, I thank you for any kindness you might have ever done for them. Chances are they were kind to you as well. That's the way they always were. RIP, Joanne and Patricia. I love you both.
