Parks and Recreation director Amy Mangold is quite excited about the Big Food exhibit at the Peabody Museum in New Haven, and even hopes summer camps will be ab...
Scholarships Available
The Newtown High School Career Center publicizes all scholarships of which it is notified. A few of the scholarships, typically national ...
Aquarion To Buy United Water In Newtown
By Andrew Gorosko
Aquarion Water Company of Bridgeport intends to buy for approximately $38 million United Water Connect...
Residents Sought To Serve
First Selectman Pat Llodra is seeking residents interested in serving on several local boards and commissions. The current openings in...
Customer Service At The Post Office
(The following letter to Newtown’s Postmaster has been received for publication.)
Dear Postmaster:
I am awa...
If you could be any animal for a day, what would you be?
Evan Casagrande: A Tyrannosaurus Rex, because a T-Rex is my favorite animal.
Sophia Forlenzo: A panda,...
22nd Birthday Event—
Pasta Dinner & Bluegrass Music At NUMC, Saturday
The next Saturday Pasta Dinner at Newtown United Methodist Church will take p...
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Patricia Silliman Kearney
Loving Mother And Grandmother
Patricia Silliman Kearney, 81, of Cape Coral, Fla., died peacefully, February 21. Born September 16...
League of Women Voters To Sponsor Death Penalty Discussion
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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.
