Reed Intermediate School sixth grade teacher Michael Corvello showed a group of his students the top of the dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Fl...
Superintendent of Schools Joseph V. Erardi, Jr, led a community forum on Wednesday, October 28, the latest in the continuing forum series designed to be one-hou...
October 24 dawned sunny and crisp, perfect weather for the Waldorf Fall Fair & Craft Market at the Housatonic Valley Waldorf School in Dodgingtown.
The event in...
Jamie Gannon of Prismatic Magic announced during a school assembly at Middle Gate Elementary School on Friday, October 16, that he “brought the world’s coolest ...
The most recent Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA) police graduates came heeling into New York City’s Grand Central Terminal’s Vanderbilt Hall last week amid ...
Newtown’s own actor, recording artist, voice talent, blogger, and now author Jenna Von Oy has never played a doctor on television — but she is capitalizing on h...
To the Editor:
There is nothing quite as authentic as Halloween on Newtown's charmingly bucolic Main Street. The way residents spookily garland their homes, the...
To the Editor:
For any of us who have served as elected officials, there have been times when we have borne witness to things that might call to question whethe...
Jacqueline Marie (Hill) Miller, 90, of Brookfield, wife of the late Richard Miller, died October 30 at Hancock Hall in Danbury. She was born in Danbury, March 2...
One resident of Main Street reported more than 2,700 people stopped at her home Saturday night, when she and her family — and everyone else who live on the busi...
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.
