Cecelia “Sally Ann” Williams, 83, of Newtown, beloved wife of Gordon Williams for more than 60 years, died November 24 at Waterbury Hospital, in the arms of her...
The Resiliency Center of Newtown has announced a number of upcoming events, including a series of offerings for Monday, December 14, to help residents on the th...
Newtown High School’s football team overcame big plays by visiting Glastonbury – and a 13-point deficit – for its biggest win of the campaign, in the Class LL s...
Minutes before dozens of men and women raised their right hands on Sunday, November 29, and vowed to serve their community, Lila Carlson sat perched in Aaron Ca...
To the Editor:
This past weekend I had so much to be grateful for. After spending the Thanksgiving holiday with my family, on Sunday, I was sworn in to serve o...
Barbara Ellen Scheumaker Palmer of Sandy Hook died peacefully in her home the afternoon of November 30, days after her 80th birthday. She was born November 25, ...
To the Editor:
Newtown, you inspire me.
I’ve been lucky enough to meet many incredible people in town during this five year journey, and I can tell you that we ...
The Newtown Chamber of Commerce will host their Annual Holiday & New Member Welcome Party on Wednesday, December 16, starting at 5:30 pm, at Sal e Pepe Contempo...
Joseph F. Engelberger, 90, a longtime resident of Newtown, known as the “Father of Robotics,” died peacefully at his home, December 1. He was born in Brooklyn, ...
To the Editor:
Thanks to many of our town business people for participating in this year's Trick or Treat for UNICEF by placing the little orange boxes in promi...
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.
