Health Reminders For The Start Of A New Year
“You can’t educate a child who isn’t healthy, and you can’t keep ch...
Backpack Safety Tips
By Susan Coney
Back to school means back to toting around heavy, cumbersome backpacks. Anxious to have every item necessary to be successfu...
NHS Attendance Office Moves To Main Lobby
By Susan Coney
The Newtown High School attendance office will be relocating to the front main lobby area this fall. Du...
Mary Arbas
Mary (Palumbo) Arbas, 77, of Shelton, died July 26 at the Maefair Health Center, Trumbull. She was predeceased by her beloved husband, Raymond Fernan...
 *The big event this weekend in Newtown, of course, is the Tercentennial Birthday Party.
 Live music will open the weekend on Friday night and will then keep ...
Theodore George Ruopp
Theodore George Ruopp, 91, of Hawleyville, died July 30 in Chicago, where he was residing with his daughter, Kathleen Ruopp. He is survive...
It is time to start thinking about the fall.
Newtown High School fall sports tryouts are just around the corner and all students anticipating trying out for a t...
Nanotech Dreams—
A Tiny Proposal
For FFH
By John Voket
When it comes to imagining one of America’s first advance degree academies in a ...
Osborne Memorial Golf Classic
The Jim Osborne Memorial Golf Classic, sponsored by the Newtown Rotary Club, will be held Monday, September 12, at Tashua Kno...
Condo Complex Rejection Draws Court Appeal
By Andrew Gorosko
The developer whose proposal for a 59-unit age-restricted condominium complex on Oakview Road was r...
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.
