Lucille Carmella Malouche, an active member of the Montauk community who was a nurse and lieutenant commander in the Navy during the Korean War and World War II, died at the United Hebrew Geriatric Center in New Rochelle, N.Y., on Nov. 20, 2017, at the age of 97. 

Ms. Malouche was born in Highland, N.Y., on Aug. 28, 1920. After attending elementary school in Yonkers and graduating magna cum laude from New Rochelle High School, she spent two years at Hunter College before studying at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Manhattan to become a registered nurse. 

In 1943, Ms. Malouche joined the Navy as an ensign and served at St. Albans Naval Hospital in Queens. She spent 18 months at the Camp Lejeune military training facility in North Carolina that year, and later worked as a Navy nurse at a hospital in Seattle.

Upon her discharge in 1946, Ms. Ma­louche worked as a private nurse in California for a year and then returned to the East Coast to attend New York University, where she received a bachelor of science degree in 1950. She also began working in public health. 

The Navy recalled her in 1951 during the Korean War. Her second discharge was in 1952 and she remained in the Naval Reserve until retiring in 1980. In 1997, she was honored at the dedication of the Women In Military Service for America Memorial at Arlington National Cemetery. 

Following her second stint in the Navy, Ms. Malouche returned to New York University, receiving a master’s degree in 1955 and a professional certificate in 1959. She dedicated the remainder of her professional career to working as a nurse in the New Rochelle public schools, retiring in 1977. 

Ms. Malouche bought land in Montauk in 1968 and built a house there two years later. She made Montauk her permanent residence following her retirement, also spending time in Mount Vernon, N.Y. Her winters were often spent visiting her mother, Lena Malouche, in Florida. After her mother’s death, in 1989, she began traveling to Hawaii to visit her friend Virginia Pion. 

In 2004, Ms. Malouche sold her Montauk house and moved to the Montauk Manor. She was a member of the Montauk Village Association, Concerned Citizens of Montauk, the Friends of the Montauk Library, and the Montauk AARP. She was also on the committee that started the senior nutrition center at the Montauk Playhouse Community Center.

Ms. Malouche’s family said she was a devoutly spiritual person. She was a member of St. Therese of Lisieux Catholic Church in Montauk and the Altar Rosary Society in Honolulu. She is survived by a brother, William Malouche of Greenville, S.C., two nephews, a niece, and many cousins. She was buried at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx on Dec. 11, 2017, receiving full Naval honors at the gravesite. A memorial Mass will be said at St. Therese of Lisieux on May 5 at 11 a.m.

Joan E. Damm, a member of the Montauk Fire Department’s Ladies Auxiliary for many years and its former treasurer, died at Stony Brook University Hospital on April 5 after having been flown there that day because of a brain aneurysm. She was 77.

Ms. Damm was the owner and manager of the Rod and Reel Motel in Montauk’s dock area from 1970 to about 1976. She was employed at several businesses in the hamlet after that, including as a cashier at the Montauk Yacht Club’s restaurant and for Charlie Grimes at Grimes Contracting for many years. In about 2000, she went to work for Perry B. Duryea and Sons, where she remained the bookkeeper until her death. 

She loved Montauk and enjoyed fishing. She also liked to go camping along the shore east of Gin Beach.

Ms. Damm was born on March 27, 1941, in Yonkers to Vincent Ruffino and the former Josephine Gorski. She grew up there and moved to Montauk 43 years ago, Cathy Damm, a daughter-in-law, said. She had two sons by her first marriage, Vincent J. Damm and Frank A. Damm, who were raised by her second husband, John A. Damm, her daughter-in-law said. He died in 1997.

Later, and until the day she died, she lived in Montauk with William Pitts Sr. He survives her.

In addition to Mr. Pitts and her sons, both of whom live in Montauk, she is survived by seven grandchildren and a brother, Fred Ruffino of Stuart, Fla. Another brother, Richard Ruffino, died before her.

A funeral service was held on April 11 at St. Therese of Lisieux Catholic Church in Montauk. She was buried at the hamlet’s Fort Hill Cemetery.

The family has suggested donations in her memory to the Montauk Fire Department’s Ladies Auxiliary, 12 Flamingo Avenue, Montauk 11954.

In 58 years of practicing law, one highlight of Heywood Shelley’s distinguished career was his representing the New York Mets, including writing the lease for Shea Stadium. His firm, Carter, Ledyard, and Milburn, “had a box just four back from the Mets dugout,” his daughter, Alexandra Shelley, wrote in a eulogy, “behind that of the Whitney family, who owned the team, but in front of Donald Trump’s.” She and her father went to every opening day at Shea from the time she was 6. 

Mr. Shelley, a summertime resident of Sag Harbor for many years, died at home in Brooklyn on April 3. He was 90 and had experienced a number of complications, including lung infections, as he was wheelchair-bound and hospitalized for a year after he was hit by a car on Bridgehampton’s Main Street on Jan. 18, 2009.

“He lived over nine years and about 3,248 Scrabble games beyond what was predicted,” his daughter said.

A lifelong progressive named after the crusading journalist Heywood Broun, as an attorney in the early 1950s he successfully defended, pro bono, the black activist Douglas (Roosevelt) Turner Ward, a playwright and founder of the Negro Ensemble Company, against trumped-up charges of draft evasion, going on to write the Supreme Court briefs on Mr. Ward’s behalf.

His clients ranged from major real estate companies — although he did not share George H.W. Bush’s politics, he treasured a letter from the president thanking him for his work on a transaction in Kennebunkport — to American Express, UPS, and, locally, the Bridgehampton Road Races Corporation. 

“He also did legal work for the British Mary Rose Trust, a group which raised from the watery depths off Portsmouth the 16th-century Mary Rose warship, now a museum,” Ms. Shelley wrote. “As a result of this work, he was invited to Buckingham Palace, where, he reported, they served Sanka after dinner and Prince Charles complained to him about how litigious the Americans were.”

Mr. Shelley was born in Forest Hills, Queens, on May 2, 1927, one of three children of Robert Shelley and the former Jessie Sinick. His father, who made and lost a lot of money in real estate, habitually bet on the ponies.

In her eulogy, Ms. Shelley recounted how one night when her grandfather was at a poker game, a burglar came to the door, and her father, who was 12 at the time, grabbed the family rifle. “This gun is loaded, and I ain’t fooling!” he shouted in defense of the household, with his sister at his side and his mother asleep. “What really impresses me is that my father, who went on to set the record for English commendations at Richmond Hill High School, had the presence of mind to throw in the ‘ain’t,’ ” she wrote. 

In fact, he considered himself the dunce of the family for being the oldest to graduate from high school — all of 16.

Mr. Shelley went on to serve for a time as a classification specialist in the Army, getting discharged in 1947. He graduated from Columbia College and Columbia Law School, and on Dec. 31, 1959, married Maritza Shelley, who survives him.

He joined Carter, Ledyard, and Milburn in 1951 and still worked full time for the firm at the time of the 2009 accident. He had recently had knee-replacement surgery and was looking forward to getting back on the tennis court.

In recent years he’d had dementia, but didn’t suffer, Ms. Shelley said. He continued to sing — “particularly perky, depressing songs, like ‘Goodnight, Irene’ and ‘Don’t Get Around Much Anymore’ ” — and in his wheelchair would accompany his wife for breakfast, take in the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, and visit the local Starbucks, where just a month ago he broke out into his favorite, “You Are My Sunshine.” The other regulars joined in, followed by applause.

In addition to his wife and daughter, both of Brooklyn, Mr. Shelley is survived by a granddaughter. A red maple will be planted in his memory in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park on May 2. Memorial donations have been suggested to the Southern Poverty Law Center, 400 Washington Avenue, Montgomery, Ala. 36104.

James Edward Armstrong of Deerfield Beach, Fla., and formerly of Dayton Lane in East Hampton died on Jan. 24 in Delray Beach, Fla., of complications related to a heart condition. He was 91.

When Mr. Armstrong was diagnosed with a heart condition two years ago, the doctors said, “ ‘Go and enjoy the rest of your life.’ So that’s what we did,” said Ramon Luis Colon, his companion of 40 years. “In fact, on the Saturday before he died, we went out to dinner with friends. He only spent one night in hospice.”

Mr. Armstrong was born on Aug. 28, 1926, in Medford, Mass., to James Edward Armstrong Sr. and Florence Mutch. In 1944, after graduating from Revere High School in Massachusetts, he joined the Navy. He was stationed on a tanker that refueled ships on the Atlantic Ocean. Upon discharge, he enrolled at Boston University, where he received a B.B.A., then attended New York University, where he received an M.B.A.

After a brief stint at Irving Trust Bank in New York, Mr. Armstrong moved to Citibank, where he remained until he retired as the head of the trust department. Through Citibank he came to work closely with the family of William Robertson Coe, a British financier, insurance and railroad executive, and collector of Americana art, who formed the Planting Fields in Oyster Bay, a foundation dedicated to the enhancement and development of the former Coe estate.

Mr. Armstrong was a trustee of Planting Fields as well as a trustee for two of the Coe children who relocated to Europe. According to Mr. Colon, Mr. Armstrong spent a great deal of time traveling to and from Europe to attend to their affairs. He was particularly close to Natalie Mai Coe, who married Leonardo Vitetti, an Italian count, and thus became Countess Vitetti. 

“Sometimes he would fly to Rome because the countess wanted to see him. I think she missed him. They would stay at the villa outside Rome and play Scrabble. Jim didn’t come from a wealthy family, but he had the social graces that people liked.”

Mr. Armstrong and Mr. Colon lived in East Hampton from 1992 to 2015, before they retired to Florida. “It was a nice life,” said Mr. Colon. “We entertained every weekend. Jim loved to cook. We went to the beach, the theater. We saw all the plays at Bay Street and Guild Hall. We kept my apartment in New York and would go in to see everything that came out on Broadway. He loved movies and books too.”

In addition to Mr. Colon, Mr. Armstrong is survived by his sister Leona M. Armstrong of Revere, Mass., and by several nieces and nephews and an extended family. His brothers, Donald E. Armstrong, Roy G. Armstrong, and Paul K. Armstrong, died before him, as did his sisters Mildred O’Brien and Isabelle Armstrong.

A memorial service was held on Feb. 24 at the Kraeer-Becker Funeral Home and Cremation Center in Deerfield Beach.

Eileen V. Horn, 88, died in her sleep at her house in Sag Harbor on March 15. She had been in declining health for some time. Known to her friends and family as Ei, Mrs. Horn had made Sag Harbor her home ever since she got married in 1950, and before that had spent summers as a child in the village.

She was born in Queens on Nov. 2, 1929, to Robert Patrick Muldowney, who was from Rhode Island, and Mary Kathleen Muldowney, a native of County Sligo, Ireland. She grew up with her seven sisters and two brothers in the Queens neighborhood of Springfield Gardens, and graduated from Andrew Jackson High School in 1947. As a teenager, she worked at a Horn and Hardart Automat restaurant in New York City. After graduating from high school, she took a job clerking for the Equitable Life Insurance Company. 

Her parents had discovered Sag Harbor when her father answered an advertisement in a newspaper offering houses in the village for sale. They bought a place on Rector Street, where the family would spend their weekends and holidays. The summer after she graduated from high school, Eileen met a Sag Harbor native, Thomas W. Horn Sr. The two fell in love, and were married on April 9, 1950. 

Their son, Robert Horn, who now makes his home in Rocky Point, said yesterday that as soon as she got married, his mother wanted to raise her family in Sag Harbor. She was attracted to the peacefulness of the village. 

The couple lived in the Rector Street house for a time, before building their own home on Meadowlark Lane. 

She took a job with the New York Telephone Company in Southampton as an operator, patching calls on a switchboard. The technology she was dealing with was not the only thing different from today’s world. Every time she had a child, her son said (and she had six), she was forced by the phone company to resign, and then reapply when she was ready to return to work. While she was credited with 19 years on the job, in reality, those 19 years were spread over 25, many of them working night shifts. She was a union delegate. 

She was politically engaged, and not afraid to speak her mind. When the couple had a son, Charles Frederick Horn, who was born with a heart defect, the school tried to prevent him from being enrolled. Mrs. Horn involved the American Civil Liberties Union, and the school backed down. Charles died at the age of 6. 

When she retired, she would frequently lunch with the New York Telephone Pioneers, who would meet in Riverhead. She and Mr. Horn enjoyed vacationing occasionally in Hawaii. She maintained a friendship from childhood with Josephine Rosenthal, who would sometimes accompany them to the islands.

She loved playing cards, particularly the game of canasta. She also was an enthusiastic reader of newspapers. Thursday was her favorite day. Not only would she go through three or four daily papers, but Thursday was the day The East Hampton Star came out, adding to her stack of ready reading. When she was done reading the papers, she would turn to the crossword puzzles. She was also fascinated by the actors and actresses of Hollywood. 

The most important thing to her, however, was her family.

She is survived by her husband, who lives in Sag Harbor, as do a daughter, Kathleen Horn, and a son, Thomas Horn Jr. Other children surviving, in addition to Robert Horn, are Alanna Marie Messiana of Southold and Michael Horn of Riverhead. Seven grandchildren and one great-grandchild survive her, as do two sisters, Marguerite Peggy Olsen of Merrick and Ann Muldowney of Mastic. A grandson died before Mrs. Horn.

Funeral services were held at St. Andrew’s Catholic Church on March 20, and Mrs. Horn was buried at St. Andrew’s Cemetery in Sag Harbor.

The family has suggested that donations in Mrs. Horn’s memory be made to the Sag Harbor Volunteer Ambulance Corps, 16 Columbia Street, P.O. Box 2725, Sag Harbor 11963.

Charles Miner Jr., who was an assistant vice president of finance for the New York Central Railroad and an investment banker at Dean Witter, died of heart failure on March 19 at his home in Vero Beach, Fla. He was 96 years old.

Mr. Miner, who was called Chas as well as Charlie, was born on Dec. 13, 1921, in New York City to Charles Miner and the former Mary Louise Woodin.  William Woodin, an East Hampton resident who served as treasury secretary under President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and was the founding chairman of Guild Hall, was his grandfather.

Raised in Manhattan, Mr. Miner attended the Buckley School there, Choate, a preparatory school in Wallington, Conn., and Princeton University, from which he graduated in 1943. 

He was a member of the Army Air Corps during World War II, first serving as a test pilot at a base in Charlotte, N.C., and then going on 18 combat missions in the Mediterranean during the war. At an officers club in Charlotte, a friend introduced him to Mae Hoffman, to whom he was married in 1944. The marriage lasted nearly 65 years until her death. 

A longtime resident of Darien, Conn., Mr. Miner was on the board of the King School in Stamford, Conn., and a member of the Wee Burn Country Club. He spent his summer months in East Hampton, where he was a member of the Maidstone and Devon Yacht Clubs.

His family said he enjoyed golf, tennis, ice hockey, and playing the piano.

They also noted that “he had a wonderful sense of humor and a creative mind which was always sharp as a tack.” 

In 1986, he moved from Darien to Vero Beach, where he became a director of the Riomar Country Club and raised money for the Riverside Theater. He served as president of the Princeton Blub in Vero.

Mr. Miner is survived by his children, Charmaine Caldwell of East Hampton, Mary M. Rude-Bell of Vero Beach, and Dr. Charles Miner III of Fairfield, Conn., as well as by six children and six great-grandchildren. A sister, Anne Woodin Miner St. Phillip, died before him. 

A celebration of Mr. Miner’s life will take place at St. Paul’s Church in Vero Beach, with the Rev. Jon Robbins officiating, on May 3. The family has suggested memorial donations to St. Paul’s Church, 999 Flamevine Lane, Vero Beach, Fla. 32963. 

A memorial service is planned for this summer at the Maidstone Club.

George A. Polychronopoulos, the chef-owner of Gordon’s restaurant in Amagansett for 31 years who immigrated from Greece without money or resources, died on March 20 at a hospital in Delray Beach, Fla. He was 76 and had been ill for three years with mastocytosis.

Mr. Polychronopoulos’s name was legion on the East End and, because of the restaurant, even in Manhattan. In 1993, Richard Jay Scholem of The New York Times wrote that “the two temperature-controlled cellars underneath Gordon’s contain one of the largest and most impressive collections of wine on the Island,” more than 5,000 bottles.

He arrived in this country when he was 18 and served in the Army from 1964 to 1966 at Fort Lewis, near Tacoma, Wash., during which time he became a citizen.

Mr. Polychronopoulos had a 50-year career as maitre d’hotel, wine steward, and restaurant owner on the East End at Spring Close House and Gordon’s, which he bought in 1976. The late Robert Long, a poet and Star editor, wrote in 1999 that he learned all about salad dressings, garnishes, and how to use a knife from Mr. Polychronopoulos. More plaudits than one usually sees were posted on his online memorial page, testaments not only to his cooking expertise, but praise for his warmth, kindness, and his professionalism. Judith Markowitz called him “a sweet soul who brought so much to our community.” 

He was born in Kalidona, Greece, a mountain village above the Ionian Sea, on Sept. 6, 1941, during the German occupation of Greece in World War II, one of six children of the former Athanasia Petropoulou and Athanasios Polychronopoulos. His brother Vasilios Polychronopoulos, and his sisters Christina and Olga Polychronopoulos, all of Greece, survive. Another brother and a sister died before him.

According to a 1983 “The Star Talks To” column, he grew up in his hometown during the Greek Civil War and left home before finishing high school to try to help his family, who struggled to put enough food on the table. Two of his father’s brothers had emigrated from Greece and his father left in 1954 to join them in the restaurant business in New York City, working at a food shop they owned near the Brooklyn Navy Yard. In 1958 his father went back to Greece and brought his sons, George, Petros, and Vasilios (Billy), to New York.

Mr. Polychronopoulos started as a dishwasher in a cousin’s diner in Jackson Heights. His father then helped him get a job as a busboy at the Stork Club in Manhattan. In the summer, when things slowed down, he came to Montauk, working for Dominick Gagliotti at the Deep Sea Club. Then, for four years before he was drafted, Mr. Polychronopoulos began working at the Stork Club in the winter and at Mr. Gagliotti’s restaurant Spring Close House in the summer. He returned to Spring Close after two years in the Army.

Mr. Polychronopoulos met his future wife, Joanna, on a trip home to Greece. They married in 1981 and had two children, who survive. The marriage lasted 10 years; she survives.

He was the maitre d’ at Spring Close House until meeting Hans Anklam, his future business partner, with whom he bought Gordon’s in 1976. Gordon’s closed in 2008, much to the disappointment of many loyal customers. He moved to Boynton Beach, Fla., in September 2016.

In addition to his three siblings, a son, Athanasios Polychronopoulos of Delray Beach, and a daughter, Fotini Polychronopoulos of Boynton Beach, survive, as do many nieces, nephews, and cousins.  Hans Anklam, who now lives in Wyoming and whom Mr. Polychronopoulos’s daughter described as her father’s “business partner and best friend for 45 years . . . more like family,” survives as well.

Mr. Polychronopoulos frequently volunteered at the Greek Orthodox Church of the Hamptons in Southampton, and memorial donations have been suggested for the church, which is at 111 St. Andrew’s Road, Southampton 11968.

A graveside service with military honors was held yesterday at South Florida National Cemetery. A celebration of his life will take place at the Greek Orthodox Church on April 29.

Theodore Hubbard, a horseman and music lover who played the banjo, died at home on March 22 at the age of 91 in the place he loved best: Montauk. He had moved to Montauk full time only last year, after becoming ill, having owned a house there for nearly half a century and having instilled his love of the East End in his children.

Mr. Hubbard was frequently called Big Ted to distinguish him from his son Ted Stanley Hubbard, who died last year, and because of his larger-than-life personality and frame. He had brought his family out east from Bay Shore in the 1950s. The family stayed at the Ronjo Motel in the early days, frequently heading out on the water to go boating and fishing. In 1969, they bought a prefabricated Leisure house at Culloden Point in Montauk, one of many designed by the architect Andrew Geller and sold by Macy’s.

Mr. Hubbard kept horses at Deep Hollow Ranch and Indian Field in Montauk, as well as at the family’s home UpIsland. In his later years, he learned to drive a team of horses and rode mules. He made trips to Amish country in Pennsylvania to visit horse auctions, and when he was 81 took some of his children and their friends on a memorable mule-pack trip in Arizona. He didn’t give up the saddle until he was 87 years old.

According to his family, Mr. Hubbard loved to sing and was known in Bay Shore for organizing hootenannies, a tradition continued by two of his children. He played the guitar when he was younger, but took up the banjo at the age of about 65, traveling to Massachusetts for extended weekends at “banjo camp.” 

His children have followed in his footsteps, playing guitar and performing during coffeehouse events at the Montauk Community Church. “He had a beautiful voice, even up until the days before he died,” his daughter Lori Hubbard of Montauk said yesterday.

“He loved to dance, laugh, joke, and do a crossword puzzle,” his family said, “but most of all loved his family. He was generous to a fault, always going the extra mile to help anyone he could.”

Theodore F. Hubbard was born on Dec. 5, 1926, to Frank S. Hubbard and the former Mildred Raynor, in Bay Shore. He grew up there with three siblings, spending time at his grandparents’ farm, which had been in the family for nearly two centuries before being sold to become the site of Bay Shore High School. He never forgot the day his grandfather, who had always driven a horse and wagon, came home with the family’s first automobile. 

The Hubbard family ran a sand and gravel business in the days when loading a dump truck with sand meant “taking a shovel and literally loading the dump truck by hand,” his family said. Mr. Hubbard managed the sand pit as an adult, and after its resources gave out, bought Brookhaven Aggregates of Coram.

He married his wife, Margot, between Christmas and New Year’s in 1956. He had just left the Army, in which he served from 1952 to 1954, although he was stationed in Germany and did not see action in the Korean War. He and his wife moved to Miller Place in their 60s. Before the move, Mr. Hubbard was a firefighter for some 25 years with the Bay Shore Fire Department and a fire commissioner for seven years. The couple celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary in 2016.

In addition to his son Ted S. Hubbard, the couple had four other children: Dan Hubbard of Bloomsburg, Pa., Amy Hubbard and Lori Hubbard of Montauk, all three of whom survive. Their fourth son, Frankie, died when he was a toddler. Mr. Hubbard also is survived by seven grandchildren and a great-granddaughter. 

A service will be held on Saturday at 10 a.m. at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in East Hampton, with another service at 1 p.m. at the Montauk Community Church with the Rev. Bill Hoffmann officiating. The family has suggested memorial contributions to East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978.

Phyllis Jane Yusko, who was for many years a friendly presence at a checkout counter at the East Hampton I.G.A., died last Thursday at the Peconic Bay Medical Center in Riverhead. A Montauk resident, she had been treated for cancer quite a while ago and her health had been in decline for the last few years. She was 89.

One of six sisters, Ms. Yusko was born on Feb. 17, 1929, in Port Chester, N.Y., where her father, Joseph Cwik, and mother settled after immigrating from Poland. She grew up there and graduated from Port Chester High School. Her five sisters died before her.

Her son, Jeff Yusko of Wainscott, said his mother’s first husband had died young after serving in the Korean War and contracting tuberculosis. His surname was Bonneau, and their daughter, Kris Bonneau of Aquebogue, survives. Ms. Yusko then met and married Albert Yusko in Harrison, N.Y., near where she had grown up. 

Mr. Yusko said his parents married in 1959, “in a whirlwind,” and settled in Harrison. His father persuaded his mother to go to Montauk for a weekend although she had been reluctant to do so, her son said, and they spent a week there, eventually buying a house in 1966 and living there in the summer.

When his father died, in 1971, she and her children sold the house in Harrison and moved to Montauk year round.

Mr. Yusko said his mother had provided him with everything he needed as well as many things he did not need but wanted, all on her I.G.A. salary. “She was a very generous woman,” he said.

Ms. Yusko was happiest in the company of her children and four grandchildren, who survive, he said, and loved gardening and going out to lunch with friends. 

She was cremated and there was no formal ceremony. The family plans a small family memorial.

Daisy Mercado Rodriguez Jacobs, a longtime East Hampton resident and an artist, died on March 24 at the Hamptons Center for Rehabilitation and Nursing in Southampton. She was 86 years old and had congestive heart failure. 

She was born June 10, 1931, in Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic, where she grew up, the daughter of Victor Mercado and the former Angela Martinez. Her family immigrated to the United States in 1947, and she lived in the New York City area for many years.

On Jan. 21, 1950, in New York, she married E. Moise Rodriguez. They had three children, all of whom survive: Diane O’Donnell of East Hampton, Debra Torres of New Orleans, and Richard Rodriguez of Huntington.

 The couple divorced in 1959 and she began seeing Raymond Jacobs, who had lived in East Hampton and stretched canvases for Willem de Kooning, Ms. O’ Donnell said last week. The couple had two children: Schuyler Jacobs, who lives in Tampa, Fla., and Erik Jacobs, who died in December. The couple eventually separated and Mr. Jacobs has since died.

Ms. Jacobs moved to Springs full time in 1964. A painter in the 1960s and 1970s, she had many friends among East Hampton artists, including Willem and Elaine de Kooning. A strikingly attractive woman, she also modeled for many artists.

 Although she saw herself primarily as a homemaker and mother, she took jobs working in retail in East Hampton after they were grown. She also loved to cook and entertain, and she threw many parties, her daughter said.

Ms. Jacobs remained in Springs until the 1980s, when she moved to Tampa. She returned to East Hampton in the 1990s, moving in with Ms. O’Donnell and sharing her Cedar Street house for 28 years. She loved her garden there and would spend several hours a day working in it during the growing season.

 Family was important to her, particularly in her later years, when she enjoyed an unusually large extended family, including 21 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. In addition to her children, Ms. Jacobs is survived by a brother, Eddie Mercado, who lives in New Jersey. 

A wake is planned at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in East Hampton tomorrow from 4 to 7 p.m. She is to be buried on Saturday after a Mass at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton at 11 a.m.

The family has suggested donations in her memory to the East Hampton Village Ambulance, 1 Cedar Street, East Hampton 11937.