An Architectural Atrocity
To the Editor:
I am writing to voice my support for the growing movement to stop the planned building to be located at 2 Riverside Ro...
One Step Further Along
A Path Of Public Communication
To the Editor:
This is a public thank you to Caren Wellman for her initiative in putting together the fir...
Share Newtown’s history with Newtown old-timers and newcomers alike by passing on photos of interest to The Newtown Bee. The Bee welcomes submission...
Newtown Students Receive John Hopkins University Recognition
Fraser-Woods school fifth grade student Julia DiMartino, St Rose fifth grade student Nadine Sun, an...
The Continued Influence Of Old Indian Trails On Transportation Systems
Connecticut, like all the Northeastern states, abounds in Indian place names and pathways...
Etching Artist Turns
To New A Medium
  To Color Her World
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By Nancy K. Crevier
For Newtown artist DeAnn L. Prosia, there have been two events that hav...
Friday, October 1
Photography exhibition opening reception, 6–9 pm, The Blue Z Coffeehouse, 127 Main Street South, photographer Michael Florio ...
James J. Delohery III
Devoted To Family
James J. Delohery III, 60, of Brookfield, died at Danbury Hospital, September 26. He was the husband of Susan (Slat...
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.
