The public is invited to enjoy an afternoon outdoors with Newtown Forest Association at one of Newtown's most scenic locations.
On Saturday, May 7, at 1 pm, the...
Hera's eyes, the color of sunrise, looked at people crowding around her. A saw-whet owl rescued by Sharon Audubon, Hera, named after a Greek goddess, had a coll...
Local schools celebrated the Earth all week long ahead of Earth Day on Friday, April 22.
Middle Gate Elementary School began the week with an assembly on Monday...
At its April 19 meeting the Board of Education heard from some of the Newtown High School students who traveled to Japan in February to take part in an educatio...
To the Editor:
On a beautiful Sunday afternoon on April 24th, the Newtown Lacrosse Club hosted its first annual golf outing at Newtown Country Club. The fundrai...
Decommissioned as of Tuesday, April 26, with its charge completed, the Community Center Commission held its last meeting that night.
After nearly a year of twic...
Patricia Anne Marzik Pribesh, 81, of the Black Rock section of Bridgeport, wife of the late John R. Pribesh, Sr, died April 28 in her home, with her loving fami...
Town Historian Dan Cruson's Edmond Town Hall office is becoming a repository for Newtown ephemera discovered all over the country and returned to its hometown, ...
Newtown High School's softball and baseball teams piled up the runs in road wins over Kolbe Cathedral of Bridgeport on May 2.
The softball team cruised to a 26-...
DANBURY - St Rose of Lima School hosted its first Hands & Hearts in the Community celebration to honor a community member for service to the community on Friday...
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.
