To the Editor:The Newtown Bee for its generous coverage that contributed to the success of our fundraiser.
The Public Issues Committee of the Newtown Woman's Cl...
Local schools recently donated to the upcoming Annual Law Enforcement Torch Run for Special Olympics, which will have Newtown Police Department members taking p...
James Morgan Mooney, 74, of Newtown, died peacefully May 31, surrounded by his loving family.
His wife of 54 years, Adele Johnson Mooney; his daughter Adele Moo...
Newtown High School's baseball team clawed back from a five-run deficit to pull to within two and had the potential tying run in scoring position in its final a...
The Newtown High School Marching Band & Guard will host a fundraiser Saturday, June 4, in the cafeteria of the school, 12 Berkshire Road.
From 9 am until 5 pm, ...
A sunny Friday afternoon found Newtown Woman's Club General Federation of Women's Club (GFWC) members placing flags around the Soldiers and Sailors Monument on ...
Newtown High School's girls' golf team retained its South-West Conference trophy by shooting a team-best 395 at the 18-hole Brownson Country Club in Shelton on ...
Fresh off its second straight South-West Conference championship, an 11-0 win over Pomperaug of Southbury, Newtown High School's softball team opened state play...
On Memorial Day, a crowd of veterans, state dignitaries and community members gathered under the pavilion on the grounds of Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) Post ...
Keith J. Simmons, 67, of Newtown, beloved husband of Kate (Lubus) Simmons, died May 27, at his home. He was born in Bridgeport, October 29, 1948, and was a son ...
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.
