Claire Mahoney-Haeg, who lived on Springy Banks Road in East Hampton for 10 years, died at home on Monday. She was 70 and had cancer for three years.

She moved to East Hampton from Centerport in 1999 after her now-husband, Richard Haeg, moved here. They would have celebrated their ninth wedding anniversary on Sunday, but had been together about 16 years, Mr. Haeg said.

Ms. Mahoney-Haeg was born on May 18, 1944, at Huntington Hospital to David Howard Taylor and the former Elizabeth Michael. She was a graduate of Georgetown University and received her master’s degree from Hofstra University.

A language teacher, she taught Spanish for the Half Hollow Hills School District for over 20 years. She retired more than a decade ago. She was a member of the New York State Teachers Association.

After she moved to East Hampton, she became a member of the East Hampton Ladies Village Improvement Society and the Ramblers.

In addition to her husband, Ms. Mahoney-Haeg is survived by her sister, Patricia Santelli of Oyster Bay, and a stepdaughter, Kristin DeLumen of Manorville.

Visiting hours will be held at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in East Hampton on Monday from 7 to 9 p.m. Burial the next day will be private.

Lewis Zacks, an artist who lived in Springs, died on Sunday at the age of 83. He leaves his wife, the poet Fran Castan, two sons, Stephen and Daniel Zacks, a daughter, Jane Birbara, and their families. A full obituary will appear in a future issue.

Evelyn C. Fischer, a longtime resident of Montauk, died peacefully at the Seabury at Fieldhome, an assisted living facility in Cortlandt Manor, N.Y., on Oct. 30. She was 95.

Mrs. Fischer was born in the Bronx on Nov. 28, 1918, to Ole and Jenny Christiansen. The family later moved to Pelham, N.Y., where she graduated from Pelham Memorial High School. Prior to getting married, she worked for The New York Times.

On Sept. 5, 1941, she married Lynn J. Fischer in the Bronx. The couple first lived for a year in the Fleetwood area of Mount Vernon in southern Westchester County. They later built a house in the Chester Park section of Pelham, where they raised their three children. While there, Mrs. Fischer was an active member of the Community Church of the Pelhams, as well as the Girl Scouts, the PTA, and the American Legion Ladies Auxiliary.

In 1976, the couple moved to Montauk, living in the house that her parents built in 1947 on Fleming Road. They resided there until 2006. While living in Montauk, Mrs. Fischer was active in the Montauk Community Church, and also volunteered for Meals on Wheels and the Montauk Library.

Mrs. Fischer is survived by her husband of 73 years, who lives in Cortlandt Manor, and by her three children, Peter Fischer of Panama City, Panama, Wendy Graham of Cortlandt Manor, and Jeffrey Fischer of La Porte, Ind. In addition, eight grandchildren and five great-grandchildren survive her.

A memorial service and burial will take place at the Fort Hill Cemetery in Montauk at a later date.

Dorothy May Rodriguez, who was known as Darcy and had worked at many deli counters around East Hampton, died at Southampton Hospital last Thursday. She was 48 and had cancer.

Ms. Rodriguez, who grew up in Amagansett, lived in Springs with her children, Colin, 13, and Katalina, 11. “Her sincerity and ability to connect with anyone who walked through the door was contagious, and so many people will remember starting their day with a smile from Darcy,” her family said.

Ms. Rodriguez worked at Goldberg’s Bagels in East Hampton, Barnes Country Store in Springs, and Dreesen’s and Bucket’s Deli in East Hampton, among others places. Many recalled her raspy voice and how she greeted customers with “Hi, hon.” A cousin, Lucas Rodriguez, said customers always got the same amount of attention from her regardless of where they happened to be in line.

Carla Gagliotti, a lifelong friend, said Ms. Rodriguez was “a bubbly, beautiful human being” who was very friendly and a very hard worker.

Ms. Rodriguez was born on Jan. 13, 1966, at Southampton Hospital to Rodney S. Rodriguez and Caroline Weiberg. She grew up in Amagansett and attended the Amagansett School and East Hampton High School. Her paternal great-grandmother, a member of the Payne family, went back five or six generations in East Hampton.

Her family remembered her as a talented singer, clarinet player, and the strongest and best athlete in the Rodriguez family. “Her lasting mark is her charm, which was not a false charm, but a charm from within,” they said. “So many things came naturally to Darcy, and her warmth and sense of humor drew people close to her.”  She had moved to Florida to work for the Disney corporation some time ago, but, like so many others, was drawn back home.

In her later years, when life became more challenging, Ms. Rodriguez leaned on her children, who brought her the most happiness, her family said. In addition to the children, she is survived by her father and a sister, Carla Rodriguez, both of Springs.

A graveside service was held at Oak Grove Cemetery in Amagansett on Sunday.

Jack Morelli, a musician and cook who lived in Amagansett and East Hampton for four decades, died on Saturday at Stony Brook University Hospital of complications from a stroke. He was 61.

Mr. Morelli had worked as a property caretaker and, most recently, as a private chef. “He loved to cook for people,” his daughter, Janae Anderson of Nashville, said.

A regular every morning at the One Stop Market in East Hampton, where he would always get a roll with peanut butter and butter to have with his tea, Mr. Morelli was remembered by friends and family as a caring, selfless, and gentle man.

“There aren’t many people like Jack,” said Steve Thorsen of East Hampton. “He was the salt of the earth . . . a sweetheart of a person. You could only hope to be half the caring person he was. He just loved people, and people loved him.”

Mr. Morelli was an exceptional guitar player, his family said, and could sing and play any Harry Chapin song perfectly. He moved to the East End in his 20s and lived for a time on Main Street in Amagansett, where he would perform at McKendry’s Pub with his brother, Joe Morelli.

He was born on Aug. 7, 1953, in Monroe, Michigan, a son of Armond and Genevieve Poskey Morelli, and graduated from Monroe Catholic Central High School in 1971.

He was adored by his three granddaughters, his daughter said, and lit up every time he saw them. He loved teaching jokes and riddles to his oldest granddaughter, who is preschool age.

Besides his daughter and granddaughters, Mr. Morelli is survived by his brother Joe Morelli, of Nashville, and two other brothers, Matt Morelli of Arizona, and Tom Morelli of Toledo, Ohio, and by an aunt and uncle. His parents died him. Mr. Morelli’s longtime companion, Leslie Epstein, died in 2012.

Mr. Morelli was cremated. A memorial celebration of his life will be held at the Stephen Talkhouse in Amagansett from 6:30 to 10 p.m. on Dec. 11. Donations to the Long Island Cares Harry Chapin Food Bank, either monetary or of nonperishable food items, have been requested in his memory, and will be collected at the event. Monetary contributions may be sent to the food bank at 10 David’s Drive, Hauppauge 11788, and should be earmarked in Mr. Morelli’s honor.

Joan Wyckoff adopted East Hampton as her second and then primary residence as an adult, but was an active and devoted member of the community here whose contributions were felt at the East Hampton Chamber of Commerce, the Springs Library, Bay Street Theater, East Hampton Presbyterian Church, and Meals on Wheels.

Ms. Wyckoff, who was 84, died in hospice care on Oct. 25 in Melville after a six-week illness with heart disease. She had lived on Argyle Lane in East Hampton for 35 years and summered in Amagansett for 20 years before that.

She was born on Dec. 9, 1929, in Flushing to Alfred August Johnson and the former Jeanette Marie Spaeth and lived there for eight years before moving to Centerport. She graduated from Huntington High School and then attended Wells College in upstate New York.

After her marriage in 1950 to Donald L. Wyckoff, she lived in several places including Emerson and Wyckoff, N.J., Huntington, and Port Washington. The couple divorced in 1972; they had two daughters, Johanna Wyckoff Struk of Elizabeth City, N.C, and Jennifer Wyckoff Shore of Centerport, who survive her.

Her career included stints as an editor at Golden Books, an assistant to Henry Dreyfus and Associates in New York City, and at the Bank of New York’s East Hampton branch. She also worked for the East Hampton Chamber of Commerce and Meals on Wheels. She was a volunteer at the Springs Library, ushered at Bay Street Theater, and served as a deacon at the East Hampton Presbyterian Church. She loved to travel and particularly enjoyed the American Southwest.

According to her family, she was an “avid gardener, reader, naturalist, and life-long learner.” They described her as a devoted mother and grandmother who lived her life to the fullest, enjoying the arts, public radio, and public television, as well as her community and The Star, which they said she read cover to cover every Thursday.

A service was held in Northport on Sunday. A summer service is being planned in East Hampton, where her ashes will be dispersed. A date has not yet been set.

In addition to her daughters, she is survived by four grandchildren and a brother, Paul Alfred Johnson of Freedom, Pa. Mr. Wyckoff died in 1989.

Contributions have been suggested to the Springs Library, 1 Parsons Place, East Hampton 11937; Hospice Inn at Hospice Care Network, 99 Sunnyside Boulevard, Woodbury 11797; Hospice House and the Visiting Nurse Service, or Hospice of Suffolk 505 Main Street, Northport 11768.

If Ben Bradlee was the archetypal American newspaper editor — brash, gravelly voiced, profane, barrel-chested — he also happened to preside over his paper, The Washington Post, during a golden age of journalism, 1968 to 1991, when reporters’ work never mattered more.

At its height, it was a time of spread collars and crushed cigarettes, of Dictaphones and shoe leather propped up on desks. It was before the profession diminished in the face of daily, even hourly, pressures to deliver superficial tweets, before online copy was made cumbersome by the interruptions of digital advertising and even, briefly, by “buy now” links embedded in stories, following the Amazon mogul Jeff Bezos’s 2013 purchase of The Post for a relatively bargain-basement $250 million.

“Oh, Ben has said publicly that he was there at the right time,” Ken Auletta, who writes about the media for The New Yorker, said yesterday. “It was easier for him then. He was editor at a time of expansion, when The Post became a national paper. And then to see the layoffs and the bureau closings, it was depressing for a guy like that.”

Mr. Bradlee, who led The Post through its biggest stories and tumultuous times, from the 1971 publication of the Pentagon Papers, the secret history of the military’s involvement in Vietnam, to the following year’s coverage of the Watergate cover-up, which brought down the Nixon administration, died at home in Washington, D.C., on Oct. 21. He was 93.

“He was an amazingly charismatic guy,” John Leo, a columnist for U.S. News and World Report for nearly 20 years, said. “When he walked into a room, he was the center of attention, for men and women alike.”

Mr. Leo and Mr. Auletta, part-time Bridgehamptoners, had socialized several times each summer with Mr. Bradlee, who with his third wife, the writer Sally Quinn, bought Grey Gardens on Lily Pond Lane in East Hampton in 1979.

Mr. Bradlee and Ms. Quinn, a former style section reporter at The Post, gutted and renovated the house, which might be the village’s most famous property, known as the falling-down residence of Big and Little Edie Beale, relatives of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis who became quasi-celebrities after a 1975 documentary by Albert and David Maysles aired their eccentricities.

In his book “A Good Life” Mr. Bradlee wrote that, 15 years on, he could still smell the urine of the Beales’ army of cats every time it rained.

“Ben was the kind of guy men would talk about the same way women would: ‘Isn’t he sexy?’ ” Mr. Auletta said. “But he didn’t talk about himself — you know, war stories, Watergate. You had to draw him out. It was one part modesty and one part security, and that’s what made him attractive.”

“He was an upbeat character,” Mr. Leo said, “and he always listened to people, which isn’t always the case with the famous. The Brahmin part didn’t hurt either,” he said of Mr. Bradlee’s patrician Boston background and Harvard education. He was born in that city on Aug. 26, 1921, to Frederick Josiah Bradlee Jr. and Josephine de Gersdorff Bradlee.

“You got the sense he would have gone far in whatever he did,” Mr. Leo said. “He had that kind of psychic pull on people.”

As it was, after two years’ service aboard a destroyer in the Pacific during World War II, Mr. Bradlee worked briefly at The Washington Post before accepting a position in 1951 as a press officer at the American Embassy in Paris. Three years later he joined Newsweek magazine as a European correspondent. By 1965, he was back at The Post as managing editor and, three years after that, executive editor.

“Ben, Sally, and Quinn [their son] would come up from Washington every August,” Mr. Auletta said. “Ben, Sally, and I would often go to a movie. He just loved movies; he’d cry like a baby — even at action films. Then we’d get a beer and a burger at Rowdy Hall.”

“At Grey Gardens he’d play tennis, swim in the pool. He enjoyed just sitting around talking about journalism, world affairs. . . .”

And then there was the garden. “What do we need it for?” he said at the first meeting with its designer, Victoria Fensterer. Ms. Quinn had hired her after seeing the work she had done for a friend, the screenwriter Nora Ephron. The Bradlee gruffness soon gave way to “How did we ever live without it?” Ms. Fensterer said, and then to an enthusiastic, “I’m the first in my family to have a real garden.” Ms. Fensterer tended it for 24 years.

“What a pleasure it was to be around him,” she said. “He always seemed happy and connected to you in the moment.”

“The funeral last week in Washington was a tribute to Sally too,” Mr. Auletta said. “She really made his life better. I have a daughter the same age as Quinn, and Sally and my wife were pregnant at the same time. I remember we spent New Year’s together” in the early 1980s, “and Ben was very expansive that night. He talked about Kennedy,” whom he had known at Harvard and befriended in Washington, “and about being a godparent to John-John. Jackie was not happy with his book on J.F.K.” — “Conversations With Kennedy” — “because it said he used ‘florid language.’ Meaning he cursed.”

Capping a newspaper career that included 18 Pulitzers on his watch, in 2013 President Obama awarded Mr. Bradlee the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the country’s highest civilian honor.

Ruth Constance Garraway, who lived in Springs and East Hampton for about 40 years, died on Nov. 4 at the Rutland Healthcare and Rehab Center in Rutland, Vt., where she had moved two years ago. Her daughter Tammy Brown lives in Rutland. Mrs. Garraway was 94.

Born Ruth Tessaro on Feb. 6, 1920, in Queens, she was the youngest child of Americus Benjamin Tessaro and the former Jessie Rome. She grew up in Richmond Hill, graduating from Richmond Hill High School in 1937, and then took courses at Brooklyn College, though family finances did not allow her to graduate. She was nevertheless very well read, said her daughter Judith Samuelson, adding that her mother was a talented pianist, with dreams when she was young of studying at Juilliard. She taught piano as her daughters were growing up.

She was married to William C. Winchell on Nov. 1, 1940. They lived together for 30 years, in Queens Village from 1945 to 1953 and then in Massapequa. She worked as a clerk at the Plainedge Public Library from 1969 to 1973, and helped bring children’s theater to Massapequa with a committee of friends.

The Winchells divorced in 1970. On Dec. 15, 1972, she married Frederick C. Garraway, and the couple moved to the South Fork the following year to be closer to her brother Ben Tessaro and his longtime partner, Paul Karish, who lived on Cross Highway in Amagansett. The Garraways bought a house on Glade Road in Springs while it was under construction.

Mrs. Garraway worked briefly at White’s Drug Store in Montauk and did clerical work for a time at the East Hampton Library, but she devoted most of her time to volunteer work, for Guild Hall, the Children’s Museum of the East End, the South Fork Natural History Museum, and the Amagansett Historical Society. She volunteered also at the East Hampton Ladies Village Improvement Society’s Bargain Box thrift shop, happily pricing books in the basement or working in the bookshop with her friend Ruth Cohen.

She loved to dance, often with her brother Ben. Ms. Samuelson remembered that about 15 years ago, on the occasion of her grandson’s wedding, she had been feeling ill, but the moment the band struck up she went out on the dance floor “and had to be dragged away.” She also enjoyed card and board games and walking. Ms. Samuelson said her mother was an outgoing woman whose friends and family always came first. “She had many, many friends, from people who she embraced out here but going back to people she went to high school with.” Mrs. Garroway was a good-looking woman, said her daughter, who smiled all the time. “Her smile is what everyone commented on.”

Mr. Garraway died in 1989. Three years later, after inheriting her brother’s house, Mrs. Garraway moved to Amagansett, where she lived with Ms. Samuelson, who remains there. In 2011, Mrs. Garraway moved to the Westhampton Care Center, and the year after to the facility in Rutland.

In addition to her daughters, she is survived by a stepdaughter, Jeanne Marie Gartland of Mendham, N.J. Three grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, and a niece and nephew survive as well. Her son, Meric William Winchell, died in 1958 at the age of 8.

Funeral services will be held at the Amagansett Presbyterian Church on Nov. 23, the Rev. Steven Howarth officiating. Memorial contributions have been suggested to the church’s Scoville Hall Building Fund, P.O. Box 764, Amagansett 11930, or to the Amagansett satellite of the East Hampton Food Pantry, 219 Accabonac Road, East Hampton 11937.

Andrew W. Irvine, a Vietnam veteran who lived in Sag Harbor for 25 years before moving to Southampton, died on Monday at Good Shepherd Hospice in Port Jefferson. He was 74.

Mr. Irvine had Parkinson’s disease as a result of the Agent Orange he was exposed to while serving in Vietnam, his longtime friend, Joanne Stratton of Sag Harbor, said. He collapsed in his house last week after experiencing a hemorrhagic stroke.

Known as Andy, Mr. Irvine was “a kind, good-hearted man” who was a big Nascar fan and loved classical music, Ms. Stratton said. Over the past year, organizations like Suffolk County Homefront, a veterans organization, and Jordan’s Initiative, in memory of Marine Lance Cpl. Jordan C. Haerter, a Sag Harbor native who died in Iraq in 2008, have stepped up to help Mr. Irvine, she added. Mr. Irvine served as an aircraft mechanic in the Army from 1963 to 1966.

He worked as a car mechanic at Peter Glennon Buick-Cadillac in Southampton until 1998, and was then a long-distance truck driver. He was also a Perdue chicken farmer for a time when he lived in Maryland before returning to the South Fork and settling in Sag Harbor’s Mount Misery neighborhood. He retired for good in 2002.

He was born in Mineola to Samuel M. Irvine and the former Gertrude Merritt on Oct. 30, 1940. He grew up in Albertson, but his family spent summers in Southampton.

Mr. Irvine had no family. His son, Andrew, died of childhood leukemia about 25 years ago at the age of 10. After his divorce, he moved to his family’s old summer house on Milton Road in Southampton.

A sister, Dorothy Clark, died before him. Her husband, Bob Clark, who lived next door to him on Milton Road and now lives in the Hamptons Center for Rehabilitation and Nursing, survives.

Visiting hours will be at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in Sag Harbor on Saturday starting at 10 a.m. A funeral service will take place there at 11 a.m. Mr. Irvine will be buried next to his son at Oakland Cemetery in the village. Lunch in his honor will be served at the Chelberg-Battle Post of the American Legion in Sag Harbor, which made him a member last year.

Memorial donations have been suggested to Suffolk County Homefront, P.O. Box 1, Ridge 11961, or Jordan’s Initiative, P.O. Box 2848, Sag Harbor 11963.

Steven Donald Cookingham of Montauk, who was 57, died at Southampton Hospital on Oct. 28 after having a heart attack.

 Mr. Cookingham had lived in Montauk since 1998, pursuing a career as a craftsman, most recently with Montauk Craftsman Inc. He was said to take great pride in his work and to pay meticulous attention to detail.

He was born on Jan. 14, 1957, in Bronxville, N.Y., to Robert and Janice Cookingham and raised in Tarrytown, N.Y.  After graduating from Sleepy Hollow High School, he attended the State University of New York at New Paltz and later the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, where he was the recipient of a scholarship from the Ford Foundation. He graduated from Pratt in 1979 with a fine arts degree and then worked in Tarrytown as a carpenter.

Mr. Cookinigham was described by family members as a kind and gentle soul who was many things to many people. He had empathy for anyone who was struggling, they said, adding that his greatest talent was being a true friend.

Mr. Cookingham is survived by his parents, Robert Cookingham and the former Janice Bauder, who now live in Williamsburg, Va. Two siblings, James Cookingham of Somerville, N.J., and Susan Finn of West Chester, Pa., also survive, as do two nephews and two nieces.

A celebration of his life will take place on Saturday at 3 p.m. at Shagwong restaurant in Montauk. A lover of animals, his family has suggested donations in his name to the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons, P.O. Box 901, Wainscott 11975.