Helen M. Basher
Helen M. Basher, 86, of Danbury, wife of the late Abraham F. Basher, died on November 1 at her home.
Mrs Basher was born in Lawrence, Mass., Jul...
Stuck For An Explanation
To the Editor:
Today, Tuesday, November 4, 2003, I voted at the Reed Intermediate School. As is customary upon leaving the voting booth...
Simple Steps Can Prevent Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)
FARMINGTON — For the estimated 25 million Americans who suffer from Seasonal Affective Di...
‘Fly Your Kite
On Domingo’
(The Bee has received this open letter to Keith Thompson in response to last week
’s open ...
Newtown Historical Society Offers A ‘Wish You Were Here’
On Monday, November 10, at 7:30 pm, in the Meeting Room of the Booth Library, 2...
Bruen Photo Workshop At The Homesteads
Award-winning photographer Donald Bruen will teach a three-part photography workshop at The Homesteads at Newtown on Wedn...
Hsing-ay Hsu will be the guest pianist during both concerts, offering a dazzling presentation of Liszt’s Piano Concerto No. 1 in E-flat. Ms Hsu was ...
The dispatchers at Town Hall South report the following fire calls:
Thursday, October 30: 7:16 am, alarm, no fire, 1 Edmond Road, Hook & Ladder and Sandy Ho...
‘Let Them Eat Turkey’ Lecture At IAIS
WASHINGTON — Dr Laurie Weinstein, a professor at Western CT State University, will off...
Crafting Special Memories
For Fraser-Woods’ 35th Anniversary
By Larissa Lytwyn
 What do you remember most about your grade school days?
 For stu...
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.
