Church Fair Vendors Wanted
Vendor space is still available for the Newtown Congregational Church Fair being planned for Saturday, September 20.
The fair will in...
Occupation: I’m a veterinarian at the Newtown Animal Medical Center here in town.
Family: My boyfriend, Damian Matera, and I live in Danbury...
Outdoor Injury Prevention
Starts In Your Own Backyard
NORWALK — Each of five major child injury hazards — motor vehicles, drowning, bur...
High Ridge Road, Brookfield
Marianne Dombroski and Christopher Sanzeni purchased a home at 49 High Ridge Road, Brookfield, from Linda and Jeffrey Klein.
Ca...
The stone and pink stucco building with white and green trim is surrounded by greenery and an abundance of flowers, including several hanging baskets on the ful...
Report: State Beaches Slightly Cleaner
 NEW HAVEN (AP) — Connecticut’s beaches were cleaner in 2007 than in 2006, but more work needs t...
(I guess bleeding heart liberal was too much for him to even write.)
I really am illogical when I grieve for fallen soldiers before I blame the publication, The...
Medicinal Plant Hike
DERBY — A medicinal plant hike led by one of Kellogg Environmental Center’s seasonal employees will take place Sa...
From The Classroom To The Laboratory:
One NHS Grad Studies Groundwater Contamination
By Eliza Hallabeck
Maricate Conlon realized her passion for environmental ...
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.
