July 1, 2010 |
FAMILY COMES first at Remnant Ministries, the Las Vegas church where former Eagles quarterback Randall Cunningham serves as pastor. "The family unit is the most important unit in the universe," the church's Web site states. "Healthy families are the closest thing to heaven on earth. " Cunningham's universe was shattered late Tuesday afternoon when his youngest son accidentally drowned in the family's back-yard hot tub - the same tub in which Cunningham, an ordained minister, reportedly performs baptisms.
February 26, 2001 |
After their $500,000 Bucks County home burned to the ground one winter night in 1995, it did not take long for James and Barbara Saracino to settle back down to the good life, this time just outside the old-money borough of Yardley.James Saracino, 47, was an insurance agent for State Farm Insurance Cos., just like his father and a brother. Barbara Saracino, 44, was a family physician with a devoted clientele. Just three months after their two-story, brick-veneer Colonial in Northampton was destroyed, they bought a $750,000 nouveau French chateau in flamingo-pink stucco for themselves and their two curly-haired young daughters.
June 26, 1997 |
Two-year-old Brendon Lawler gets airborne at the beach in Wildwood with some help from a family friend. If he's up for beach weather, he should get more of it today, with highs again in the 90s.
August 27, 1997 |
A 13-year-old boy identified as a Northeast Philadelphia youngster drowned yesterday when he fell off a Conrail bridge into Pennsauken Creek about 1 1/2 miles south of the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge, authorities said. A hospital spokeswoman confirmed the victim as Brian Rose, 13. Police said the teenager was playing on bicycles with friends and apparently was performing bike jumps on the rail span when he fell into the creek near where it flows into the Delaware River. Once in the water, he became entangled in debris.
May 29, 1997 |
More than three decades ago, a political unknown named Richard Hughes struck a populist chord among New Jersey voters and defied the odds to win election and become one of the state's most popular governors. In the last week, his stepson Michael Murphy may have felt a jolt of deja vu. A flurry of media attention and plaudits for his television commercials have raised Murphy's profile just days ahead of Tuesday's Democratic gubernatorial primary. Could the long shot be catching up?
August 24, 2010
WEST BLOOMFIELD, Mich. - Edward Kean, chief writer for TV's old "Howdy Doody Show," has died at age 85, a family friend said yesterday. Kean was the primary writer for the show and penned the theme song to which millions of American children sang along each week during the show's run on NBC from 1947 to 1960. Family friend Del Reddy said yesterday that Kean died Aug. 13 at a nursing-care facility in Oakland County's West Bloomfield Township from complications of emphysema. Reddy said the New York City native wrote the song "It's Howdy Doody Time," which was sung during the show's opening.
July 14, 2011
A 3-year-old boy who suffered a severe head injury last month in a West Philadelphia apartment died Tuesday, and an autopsy was being conducted Wednesday night to determine whether his death was a homicide. Jaquinn Brewton died 10 minutes after being taken off life support, said his mother, Ashley Brewton, 28, who was at his bedside. Jaquinn was staying at the apartment of a family friend and her boyfriend in the 4700 block of Chestnut Street when he was injured June 29. The woman told police that the boy had fallen down stairs.
November 25, 2005 |
Frank Tchuisi grew up in a harbor town on the west coast of Africa without knowing the American holiday Thanksgiving, but the 6-foot-9 Villanova freshman understands its meaning as much as anyone now. Three years ago, Tchuisi (pronounced TWEE-see) made the toughest decision of his life. Without knowing English, he boarded a plane, took a 14-hour flight, and headed to Newark, N.J. Tchuisi, 19, has not seen his mother, father or five sisters, or been back to Douala, Cameroon, since.
June 23, 1992 |
Smiling and waving like a homecoming queen, Bridget Golden arrived at her Northeast home last night to find more than a thousand well-wishers jamming the street, waiting to greet her. BRID-GET! BRID-GET! BRID-GET! As the crowd chanted and cheered, the wiry blonde was hoisted on the shoulders of a family friend. The crowd roared. Welcome home, Bridget. We missed you. Her arrival at 7:10 p.m. came more than 27 hours after her disappearance Sunday afternoon a block from her home, on Cottman Avenue near Cottage Street.