100 Years Of Caring For The Community
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Hospice Breakfast Speaker Selected
By Nancy K. Crevier
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Meet And Greet Many Of Newtown’s Authors And Book Illustrators
Meet and greet forty of Newtown’s talented writers and illustrators at th...
USPS Narrows New Hawleyville Post Office Relocation To One Site
By Nancy K. Crevier
“We’re thrilled,” said Dot Dwyer, a long...
Highlights From The Lacrosse Fields
Junior Girls
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Women’s Center Breakfast Honoring Local Philanthropist
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Commentary—
Design For A New Economy
By David Korten & Doug Pibel
Politicians and the business press are looking for signs that the economic crisis ...
Rooster Run Is Saturday Morning
Lace up your running shoes ...the 35th Annual Parks and Recreation Rooster Run 5K race will be held on Saturday, June 6 beginnin...
School Year Support Groups
Newtown Youth & Family Services has some support groups that will be going on hiatus for the summer months but will return in the fal...
Burglary/Larceny
Police are investigating a burglary/larceny at a Merlin’s Lane residence in which the items stolen may exceed $20,000 in value. Mer...
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.
