Leap Year –
Celebrating The Rarest Of Birthdays
By Jeff White
They say that eventually birthdays cease being exciting, that is, as exciting as a bir...
After months of intensive training, a very special member of the Newtown Police Department has been set to work. He’s Bronson, a ten-month-old Dober...
Newtown Volunteer Ambulance responded to 25 calls for the period February 19 to 25:
Medical: respiratory, 5; cardiac, 5; stroke related, 0; other seizure, 0; di...
Newbury Church To Celebrate Its 33rd Anniversary
On Sunday, March 12, Newbury Congregational Church of Brookfield will be celebrating the 33rd year of its found...
This column is always a repository for good news, but from my perspective the best news of this week was the return of Hector.
The Milatano family, who will be ...
TOPS Is Moving
DANBURY — The Connecticut chapter #134 of Take Off Pounds Sensibly (TOPS) is moving to a new meeting location, effective immediately....
Children’s Programs
The Children’s department has a large box filled with treasures that have been left behind, including some nice wint...
Bee’s Buck
Just two of our readers managed to find the small shelter (inset) pictured here last week. It was on Brushy Hill Road and M. Gervais and ...
NEW HAVEN – Even though Janelle Tracy has won four consecutive South-West Conference championships in the 55-meter dash, the one thing that has elud...
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.
