The Newtown-Sandy Hook Community Foundation (NSHCF) and The Tapping Solution Foundation (TTSF) have partnered to provide educational programs for the treatment ...
Anita Pollaci Arnold, 66, of Newtown, died peacefully at home October 31. Born and raised in Brooklyn, she was the baby and the only girl of the Pollaci family,...
In a tough end to the season, the Newtown High School boys’ soccer team lost 2-0 at the hands of the Glastonbury Tomahawks, the defending state co-champions, in...
Eugenia “Jean” Fagan DeBartolomeo of Stamford, beloved wife, mother, and grandmother, died October 29, surrounded by her family. She was born to Edward and Mar...
Newtown Historical Society will host an open house at its headquarters, The Matthew Curtiss House, on Sunday, November 16.
During the open house, John Glaberson...
Merrill “Dick” Rahmlow, 89, of Newtown, died November 3. He was born June 29, 1925, in Hornell, N.Y.
Mr Rahmlow was a US Army veteran, serving in the Korean War...
The Planning and Zoning Commission (P&Z) is scheduled to hold a public hearing on an industrial firm’s request for a zoning rule change that would create a regu...
BETHEL — A special concert featuring the Shapiro Sisters (Abigail and Tony Award honoree and Grammy Award nominee Milly), Paige Brady and Ava Ulloa (Matilda), Z...
Joan Harkins Petersen, 77, of Freehold, N.J., died October 29. Born in New Brunswick, N.J., she resided in Freehold for most of her life.
Her children, Joan M. ...
With a design of the planned grant-funded school-based health center for Newtown Middle School on display, a presentation was held on Thursday, October 30, in t...
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.
