Town Players of Newtown will kick off their 2017 season with Exit The Body, a farce by Fred Carmichael, on Friday, May 12. Performances are at The Little Theatr...
Sharon Foley Passmore, 63, of West Hyannis Port, Mass., died suddenly April 21. She was born on July 1, 1953, in Bridgeport, daughter to Thomas J. Foley of Stra...
Newtown High School's boys' lacrosse team, behind a strong defensive effort and patience on offense, defeated visiting Fairfield Ludlowe 6-3 at Blue & Gold Stad...
Thomas Joseph Krafick, 87, formerly of Newtown, died peacefully while in a short-term rehab facility in Mesa, Ariz., on April 18. He was born March 4, 1930, in ...
WASHINGTON, DC - By the morning of Wednesday, May 3, just under 24 hours before he and the riders of Team 26 depart from Washington, DC, on their way to a welco...
Newtown High School's baseball team, after battling in a 2-1 loss to Brookfield on April 27, came away with a 3-1 victory over Bunnell of Stratford, at Fairfiel...
The Society of Creative Arts of Newtown (SCAN) will have an oil painting demonstration by nationally known artist Kathy Anderson at its next meeting, on Wednesd...
Now that the Newtown High School softball team's hitting shoes are on, look out.
The Nighthawks haven't had the kind of dominating season they've had in recent ...
RIDGEFIELD - The name Robben Ford may not instantly ring a bell for music fans, but his strong credentials include a who's who of artists who have sought out hi...
To the Editor:
This is a thank you note to the parents, educators, and citizens of Newtown, who for many years have supported a wonderful, living civics lesson ...
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.
