Anna P. Korchman, 78, of Fairfield, beloved wife of Harry Korchman, died January 30, at Bridgeport Hospital. Born in Bridgeport, she was a daughter to the late ...
HARTFORD- State Department of Education Commissioner Dianna R. Wentzell announced Friday, January 29, the State Bond Commission has approved $10.9 million in te...
To the Editor:
I am writing this message out of concern for the complete lack of decency and lack of any standards by the person or persons who decide which mov...
To the Editor:
Newtown has within its grasp, the potential to provide a unique and priceless legacy to future generation: a pristine and untouched High Meadow.
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Newtown Youth Basketball Association and the Newtown High School Athletic Department invite all Newtown residents 65 and older to a free dinner provided by Newt...
Police are investigating an auto theft and several larcenies from unlocked vehicles that occurred overnight Sunday into Monday in Botsford.
At 8 am on Monday, p...
Paul "Pumpkin" Hewitt, 58, of Sandy Hook, died January 31, with his family by his side. Born April 5, 1957, he was the son of the late John Hewitt and Laura Hew...
Having already acknowledged that there are few areas in the proposed 2016-17 municipal budget with much room for reductions, let alone additions, the Board of S...
Following a presentation to the State Board of Education early last month, Superintendent of Schools Joseph V. Erardi, Jr, said on Wednesday, January 27, that p...
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.
