Rudolph "Rudy" Hrabcsak, 86, of Danbury died at Regional Hospice and Home Care of Western Connecticut on August 30. He was the beloved husband of Lucille A. (Na...
Church Hill Crash
Police report a two-vehicle accident on Church Hill Road, near its intersection with Edmond Road, about 8:05 am on August 22.
Police said...
C.H. Booth Public Library will host "Heart and Home, Prints and Paintings," a solo exhibition to feature works by the Newtown artist Roberta Shea during the mon...
"Home" is the place we love, the place we leave, and the place to which we return, whether in memories or by plane, train, or automobile.
With that word, "home,...
The fourth annual Newtown Yoga Festival took place Saturday, August 27, at NYA Sports & Fitness Center.Yoga Bear: Yoga for Youngsters.Newtown Yoga Festival co-f...
The 27th season of Saturday Pasta Dinners at Newtown United Methodist Church will begin on September 3, in the church's fellowship hall, 92 Church Hill Road in ...
The radio dispatchers at the Newtown Emergency Communications Center at Town Hall South, 3 Main Street, report the following fire calls and the responders:Thurs...
Dennis "Denny" Aloysius McLaughlin, a Sandy Hook resident for more than 35 years, died August 30 in Somers Point, N.J., after vacationing with his children and ...
William "Bill" Edward Ryan died August 24 at Masonicare of Newtown. He was born in Utica, N.Y., on September 9, 1929, and was the son of the late Clarence and G...
Photographs by Marleen Cafarelli taken during the first four Newtown Arts Festivals are the focus of a new exhibit at C.H. Booth Library, 25 Main Street.Ms Cafa...
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.
