The National Weather Service in Upton, N.Y., has issued a Flash Flood Warning for northern Fairfield County and northwestern New Haven County.
The warning will ...
“What does it mean to have a collection?”
Writer Renata Adler considered that question one recent morning, passing her fingers down the long braid that drapes o...
To the Editor:
As the summer begins, so do picnics, parties and fireworks.
I'm sure that sounds great to many, but to those suffering from PTSD, the fireworks p...
SOUTHBURY — The LOF Adaptive Skiers will host its third annual Lake-to-Lake Charity Bicycle Ride on Sunday, June 28. The ride starts at the Shepaug Dam Eagle Ob...
William C. Kemp, Jr, 80, beloved husband to Mary Lou (Lester) Kemp of Newtown, and formerly of Milford, died May 15 at Masonicare, Wallingford. A memorial Mass ...
A special event showcasing the literary, performing, and visual artistic support of Newtown’s student community, “The Power of Purple: A Festival of the Arts” w...
Weather is impacting the start of state tournament play for some of Newtown High School’s teams, along with many others in Connecticut.
The Newtown boys’ tennis...
Newtown native David Egee needed to have a project after retiring several years ago. He rented a small 10-foot by 9-foot office in London, where he has lived si...
Ben’s Bells Project will present Celebration of Kindness — a free family event that will take place at Dickinson Park — on Sunday, June 7, from noon until 4 pm....
Barbara Marie Wolf, 56, of Newtown, died peacefully May 30, after a courageous battle against pancreatic cancer, surrounded by her family and beloved dog. She w...
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.
