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Lysaght Says His Termination
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The job termination hearing of Police Chief James E. Lysaght, Jr apparently will be open t...
The Spirit Of Giving
To the Editor:
In a society where public education and teachers are maligned too frequently, I would like to tell you a story of one teache...
Another Good Adaptation For The Stage
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The Newtown Rotary Club hopes its effort to bring technology to the nation of Ghana will help people like this woman and child.
Harvey Sellner visited Ghana thi...
Local Dispatcher Takes His Study Of Emergency Response To China
By Kaaren Valenta
Jim Crouch stood in the middle of the operations room of the Hong Kong Police ...
Borough officials Jay Maher and Joan Crick celebrated the completion of a sidewalk improvement project along Main Street Monday with a short ribbon-cutting cere...
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.
