The Newtown American Youth Football eighth-grade team concluded the regular season at 8-0 and is taking aim this week on a Candlewood Valley League championship...
By Kim J. Harmon
Alex Aitchison has a lot of stories to tell.
Like the one when he first meets John McEnroe, a 12-year-old superstar-in-the-making … or t...
Bits & Pieces
By Kim J. Harmon
Would it be jinxing things if I predicted the Newtown High School girls’ soccer team will win a South-West Confe...
Free Blood Pressure Screening
At Ashlar
The Ashlar of Newtown Nursing Department will sponsor a free blood pressure screening Tuesday, November 21, from 10 am ...
Opening Reception Sat. At Fenn Gallery
WOODBURY — Fenn Gallery of Contemporary Art will host the opening reception for “Anna Held Audett...
CROP Walk
Combats Hunger
The annual CROP walk designed to fight hunger both locally and internationally saw roughly 50 participants making the 2½-mile circuit ...
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‘I Think I Can’—
Brookfield Theater Planning For Season Finale
BROOKFIELD — The Brookfield Theater for the Arts ...
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.
