To the Editor:
Yes, it’s Borough budget time again and once more — Facts First. Last year, Mr Mitchell suggested to The Bee there was missing Borough money, now...
NOTE: This story has been updated to include information about the next scheduled Dress A Girl Southern CT event.
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Several dozen women adroitly ta...
Newtown High School’s baseball team made it four consecutive games with nine runs, beating a trio of South-West Conference teams handily this past week.
After a...
Newtown High School’s boys’ volleyball team hasn’t had many challenges during its unbeaten start to the spring; the Nighthawks generally make quick work of thei...
Newtown High School’s softball team had a pair of rewarding victories over challenging South-West Conference foes this past week.
The Nighthawks came from behin...
To the Editor:
Congratulations to the nearly 17 percent of Newtown voters who turned out to reject pickleball courts at the April 23rd referendum. “Nicer roads,...
Keith Alfred Rivoir died at home in Southbury on April 28. He was born on August 3, 1954, in New Haven, and was the son of Robert H. Rivoir, Sr, and Eleanor Est...
The Avielle Foundation, aviellefoundation.org, announces a Celebration of Life for Jeremy Richman, PhD, Sunday, May 26, at Newtown High School, 12 Berkshire Roa...
Newtown High School’s girls’ and boys’ track and field teams competed in meets April 23 and 24.
The girls visited Pomperaug of Southbury on April 23 and defeate...
Newtown High School’s girls’ golf team won two of three matches this past week.
The Nighthawks visited Immaculate of Danbury on April 24 and lost. The Nighthawk...
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.
