By John Voket and Eliza Hallabeck
Newtown's Board of Ethics voted February 29 to grant a continuance, resulting in a postponement of two hearings previousl...
To the Editor:
The GE Gift has morphed into an absolute clown car of special interests. First, there was a designated senior center ("designated" is a fancy way...
First Selectman Pat Llodra is seeking residents to fill several opening on local appointed boards and commissions. In some cases the appointments are required t...
The Genealogy Club of Newtown will host its next open meeting on Wednesday, March 9, at 7 pm. Meetings are held in the meeting room of C.H. Booth Library, 25 Ma...
Masonicare at Newtown will host St Vincent's Mammogram Mobile Bus on Tuesday, March 8, from 10 am until 2 pm.
The bus had been scheduled to visit in February, b...
STAMFORD - Following a wave of bomb and violent threats made recently at schools across the state and throughout the country, area state...
To the Editor:
On behalf of The Animal Center of Newtown, we sincerely thank Caraluzzi's for hosting our first cat food drive of 2016. Manager Jeremiah...
Ricci's Salon & Spa will host a cut-a-thon on Sunday, May 15, from 10 am until 4 pm.
Men's barber haircuts will be $20, women's haircut and blow-dry will be $25...
To the Editor:
Legal documents have now been filed protecting the High Meadow as open space in perpetuity. This represents a long and arduous process by members...
Czeslawa Wasicki, 92, of Bridgeport died February 28 in Bridgeport Hospital. Born in Poland, she was the wife of the late Walter Wasicki, and lived in the Bridg...
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.
