Parent Connection Lecture
In response to the 2005 Governor’s Survey of Newtown youth, which outlines a poll taken of Newtown high school and middle...
By Nancy K. Crevier
Thanks to a huge commitment from Newtown High School assistant coach Steve Ford and Newtown resident Chris Bray, the Parks and Recreation De...
Antiques Shows______
Feb 4-5: Antiques at The Mall Show & Sale, Eastbrook Malle, Rte 15, Mansfield, Sat 10 am-9 pm, Sun 12-5 pm, proceeds to benefit Windha...
‘Continuum’ At Roxbury Library
ROXBURY — “Continuum,” an exhibit of recent oil paintings and collage...
Force Softball Clinic
The Force travel softball team will sponsoring a free softball clinic for girls 6-8 years old on Sunday, February 19, from 4 to 5 pm at th...
Dog Pound Support With Magnetic Appeal
This week people can begin to show their support for The Canine Advocates of Newtown Building Fund by displaying a car ma...
Regulars—
Personal Touches Keep Things Familiar
By Nancy K. Crevier
Mike Palumbo, the owner of Mocha Coffee House, and Jan Gerry, its manager, work ...
Finding Our Way
To the Editor:
“I get accused a lot for talking too much, but if you don’t tell people the problem, how can you expect t...
 ‘Give Kids A Smile Day’
Feb. 3 Kicks Off Awareness Month
HARTFORD — The Connecticut Department of Public Health (DPH) rem...
Valentine’s Party: The Newtown Youth Services High School Youth Advisory Board (HSYAB) invites children ages 2 to 8 to join in games, treats and...
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.
