New Time For Guiding Light Worship
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Body Fat: What’s To Know?
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Burglary/Larceny
Police report a break-in at Lamp Crafters, a retail store at 124 South Main Street.
Sometime between 5 pm February 25 and 11 am February 2...
The Key To The Stony Hill Inn’s Long Success:
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Volunteers Needed To Open
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Wearing Wolf’s Clothing—
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Presents A Mystery
By Kendra Bobowick
Uncertain about the animal he saw in his backyard, resi...
For Women, The Obstacles Of Starting A Business
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Melissa Moran Goodrich and Daniel Robert Germain, Jr
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Friday, March 3
Opening day for “Surroundings,” 12–5 pm, C.H. Booth Library, 25 Main Street, free, exhibition of oils a...
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.
