Occupation: I am assistant vice president and branch manager of Union Savings Bank on Commerce Road, Newtown. I’ve been in banking for 19 years,...
A New Perspective
On Newtown
To the Editor:
I have lived in Newtown my entire life and on the day of the blizzard of 2005 I met a newer resident who reminded me...
Look Good, Feel Better
DANBURY — The American Cancer Society and The Praxair Cancer Center at Danbury Hospital will co-sponsor a “Look G...
Sergeant Sharpens Pencil To Seek Police Grants
By Andrew Gorosko
According to Police Chief Michael Kehoe, Sergeant Christopher Vanghele may be one of the most p...
Kindergarten Registration
Newtown public schools will be registering children for kindergarten during the months of April and May. If your child will turn 5 by...
Charles W.     Strobel, Sr
Charles W. Strobel Sr, 77, of Easton, died on January 27 at Bridgeport Hospital. He was the husband of Catherine Turney Strobel...
Civil War Demo In New Fairfield
NEW FAIRFIELD — Venture Crew 79, who portrays The 79th New York Cameron Highlanders, will give a demonstration on be...
Mark Your Calendars! The 6th annual NYS Dinner Dance Auction is Saturday, March 12, at the Fireside Inn at 7 pm. Tickets are $40 and available at NYS.
Individu...
MG Support Group
BRIDGEPORT — The Southwestern Connecticut Myasthenia Gravis Support Group will meet on Sunday, February 20, at St Vincentâ€&#x...
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.
