Two Locations For 3rd Annual Flanders Artists’ Day
WOODBURY — The public will have the opportunity to view an exhibit in two locations t...
Caring For An Elderly Loved One
DANBURY — As baby boomers age, more of them are dealing with issues related to elderly parents.
Questions of whethe...
Occupation: I am a second grade teacher at Middle Gate School and I will be retiring this spring after 37 years in teaching. I taught one year in Annapolis,...
Voting Machine Coverage Commended
To the Editor:
I would like to commend John Voket for his excellent coverage of the state’s RFP for electronic, to...
Campus Notes
Kali Alise Santarpia, a junior in the Honors College at Towson University earned Dean’s List Honors for the Spring Semester. She is...
Antique Car Show & A Taste
Of Woodbury On June 5
WOODBURY — The Woodbury Lions Club will present its 27th Annual Antique Car Show and Taste of Woodb...
‘Greatest Generation’ Book Discussion
BETHEL — On Tuesday, June 14, at 7 pm, Bethel Public Library’s next book d...
Good Nutrition
Begins At Home
To the Editor:
I want to commend The Newtown Bee for its perceptive editorial on school nutrition legislation entitled â€	...
TINA: Sweet gray/white female spayed cat, about two years old, very friendly and affectionate.
SMOKEE: Beautiful charcoal gray female spayed cat, about ...
Antiques Shows______
Saturdays (through mid-Dec): 38th Season Woodbury’s Famous Antiques & Flea Market, 787 Main St South (Rte 6, near Rte 64),...
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.
Clocks of any type should be avoided because the word for clock sounds a lot like the word for the funeral ritual. Clocks also are a reminder that time is running out and are considered a reminder that life will come to an end.
