The sixth annual Newtown Yoga Festival made its ‘sun salutations’ bright and early, opening registration at 8:30 am on Saturday, August 25, at the NYA Sports an...
Local children and young adults had a chance to “rock” at C.H. Booth Library this summer by participating in the library’s summer reading program. Children’s Li...
Café Xpresso owner Marie Schlump and Catrina Morgan served up food and refreshments during the eatery’s first Pop-Up Café at the NYA Sports and Fitness Center, ...
Kicking off the first VFW Post 308 Annual Auxiliary Poker Run, on Saturday, August 25, were men and women’s auxiliary members and supporters. Motorcycle riders ...
Wesley Learning Center is marking its 25th anniversary this year. The Sandy Hook preschool opened at Newtown United Methodist Church for the 1993-94 school year...
Enjoying dinner, music, and children’s games were families and supporters of Newtown’s Botsford Fire Rescue Company Botsford Bash on Saturday, August 25.
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The Society of Creative Arts of Newtown (SCAN) has announced its fall schedule of classes.
All classes will meet in the lower level of Newtown Meeting House, 31...
UPDATE (Thursday, September 20, 2018): The first session of Girls Tribe was postponed to Monday, September 24. Openings are still available, according to a ...
The Newtown Environmental Action Team (NEAT), a nonpartisan grassroots organization formed by residents in late 2016, is “a group of people who passionately car...
Pat Dennen, a 1998 Newtown High School graduate, was first across the finish line in the 13th Annual Newtown Road Race, on September 1. Dennen, 38 and of Middle...
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.
