Last year, its inaugural one, East Hampton High School’s boys swimming team made a promising splash, winning a couple of meets and losing a couple of others by narrow margins.

This season, with about half the team now made up of Pierson students — the three Whaler returnees, Peter Skerys, Adam Heller, and Jeremy Pepper, having recruited four or five fellow Whalers — the team, according to its head coach, Jeff Thompson, and a volunteer assistant, Craig Brierley, should be even better.

Thompson, when questioned during a practice the other day, said that it looked like the Bonackers had all the bases covered. “We’ve got about 16 now — a full lineup, though there will be a lot of roles to fill. We lost Garner Minetree, Alex [Gonzalez-Gagliotti], Chris [Cinque], and Mike [Morsch] to graduation, but Matt Kalbacher, Adrian [Krasniqi], and Tim Gualtieri [all seniors] are back, as well as Trevor Mott, Brock Lownes, Jeremy, Adam, and Peter. . . .”

There are two walk-on seniors, Marcus Walker and Christian Atriguana. Chief among the Pierson recruits is Dan Hartner, whom Thompson described as “top of the line.” Thomas Brierley, a freshman and Craig Brierley’s son, is expected to make a contribution right away, and Matt Kalbacher, said to be fully recovered from shoulder surgery that he underwent last year, is apparently ready to swim the butterfly again, which he did not do last season.

“Just about all of these kids have come up through the junior lifeguard program,” said Thompson, who is rendered even more hopeful by the fact that the team will continue to practice through the Christmas vacation.

After the team lost its opening meets to Sayville and Hauppauge last year, Thompson, who bemoaned the fact that the Y.M.C.A. East Hampton RECenter had drained its pool during the holiday break, said he wanted to make sure that this time around his charges would not forgo practice time.

Last year, Thompson concentrated on honing his swimmers’ freestyle technique, and, consequently, it was no surprise that his 200 and 400 freestyle relay teams — and Krasniqi in the 50 free — qualified for the county meet in February. He’ll work more on the mechanics of the odd strokes — the breaststroke, the backstroke, and the butterfly — this season.

“We have the skills that will make for really competitive relays, including the medley relay,” he said during last week’s practice session. “We should be stronger in the distance events this year too. . . . We’re ahead of where we were this time last year when it comes to our splits — a lot are ahead of where they were at the end of last season. . . . We’re young [there are four freshmen and three sophomores], but the kids are stepping up.”

In parting, Thompson said, “There’s a symbiotic relationship going on in this program, beginning with the Hurricanes [the Y’s youth swim team coached by Tom Cohill] and junior lifeguarding [overseen by John Ryan Jr. and Sr.]. It’s nice.”

The team is to open its nine-meet season here with Brentwood on Jan. 5. Other home meets will be with Huntington, on Jan. 12, with Sayville, on Jan. 18, with Hauppauge, on Jan. 20, with West Islip, on Jan. 25, and with Harborfields, on Feb. 1.

The League II meet is to be held at Hauppauge High School on Feb. 10. The county meet will be at Suffolk Community College-Brentwood on Feb. 19.

    Harriett Siegel, a longtime Springs resident, died on April 3 in Boca Raton, Fla., after a long illness. She was 70.

    Born in the Bronx to Milton and Hilda Siegel, who died before her, Ms. Siegel grew up there and graduated from Monroe High School and Syracuse University, where she majored in history. She began her own business in marketing research in Manhattan.

    Ms. Siegel’s friends remember a woman who traveled widely after college, venturing alone on long trips around Eastern Europe, India, and Southeast Asia. By the early 1970s, the travel bug had left her and, while living and working in Manhattan, she settled into a classic East End weekend routine, arriving on Friday night, socializing with friends at Main Beach in East Hampton on Saturday, and returning to the city on Sunday afternoon. It was at that beach in 1987 that she met Joe Henler, who was to be her companion for the rest of her life.

    Tired of renting and sharing houses, in 1977 Ms. Siegel bought a house in Springs. She moved there full time in 1998. Never one to sit around, she worked in the administrative offices at East Hampton and Pierson High Schools and volunteered and participated in the annual Ellen’s Run race.

    Although she loved the ocean, Ms. Siegel never learned to swim. Fifteen years ago she donated a bench to East Hampton Village; it is on the south side of Main Street facing north toward Newtown Lane. She often sat on her bench enjoying the view it afforded her of the two busiest village streets.

    Ms. Siegel enjoyed the East End better during warm weather and so, in 2003, when the idea of yet another cold winter was no longer appealing, she started renting and then bought a condo in Boca Raton, where she enjoyed gambling at casinos. She returned to her house in Springs every spring and worked at the real estate offices of Devlin McNiff and the Lamb Agency, and part time at Guild Hall for many summers.

    In 2008, she began spending more time in Florida, arriving in Springs closer to the first day of summer and leaving for Florida at the first sign of chilly weather.

    Ms. Siegel’s only survivor is her companion, Joe Henler of Springs. A funeral was held at Riverside Cemetery in Saddlebrook, N.J., last Thursday. A memorial is being planned for early this summer.

    Memorial donations have been suggested to Susan G. Komen for the Cure, attention Donor Services, P.O. Box 650309, Dallas, Tex. 75265-0309.    D.G.

    Sidney Lumet, who died in Manhattan from lymphoma on Saturday at the age of 86, was the director of more than 40 feature films, including several that have been hailed as landmarks of American cinema. From “Twelve Angry Men” in 1957 through the gritty street dramas of the 1970s (“Network,” “Serpico,” and “Dog Day Afternoon”) until his 2007 swan song, “Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead,” he was recognized as a master who explored both the darker recesses of the criminal psyche and the higher moral planes to which people sometimes can ascend.

    But when he was at home in his East Hampton house — where he spent weekends and summers since the 1960s — he was better known for sleeping.

    In 2007, he told The Star that he used his days off as a rare opportunity to stay in bed.

    Tony Walton — who served as a production and costume designer on several of Mr. Lumet’s films, and was reached for comment this week by The Star — confirmed that on the East End Mr. Lumet “had a lot of time religiously set aside for snoozing and watching ball-games.”

    The downtime was a crucial release after the breakneck pace he set during the filming of his intense dramas, and his highly demanding rehearsal schedule.

    Mr. Lumet was nominated for an Academy Award for best director four times, but never won. Instead, he was given a lifetime achievement award at the Oscars ceremony in 2005.

    His filmmaking was characterized by two things: his slavish devotion to his actors’ performances and the naturalistic look and feel of the sets and production, often on location in New York City. He had acted himself in the Yiddish theater in the city as a youth, and on Broadway, he was quoted more than once explaining that that experience had taught him never to exploit an actor to get a scene. He grew tired of the emotional exposure necessary for success as an actor, he said, and that is what led him to pursue directing when he returned from service in World War II.

    Mr. Walton, who was until recently a Sag Harbor resident, recalled on Tuesday that Mr. Lumet had “an unusually long rehearsal period of three or four weeks. The same way you would rehearse for a theatrical production. And he was mobile all of the time, moving about the actors, becoming the camera in his head.” The process allowed Mr. Lumet to know before he even entered the set “about 80 percent of what he wanted to do. He saved 20 percent for lucky accidents,” according to Mr. Walton.

    At the same time, he was also a brilliant technician. As he noted in his book, “Making Movies,” in 1995, “A movie is like a giant mosaic made of thousands of tiny tiles.” He was responsible for all of them.

    “The lenses are the eyes of the movies,” he once remarked, in a talk in New York City in 2007. For example, “ ‘Prince of the City’ is a story of betrayal, so one of the things I did was throw out the normal lenses. Thirty-five or 40-millimeter lenses are considered closest to the eye. I used wide angle and telephoto so that distance was never what you expect.”

    Mr. Walton told The Star that in that same movie, in which he served as production designer, Mr. Lumet’s vision became more stylized as the detective played by Treat Williams, taking heat from narcotics cops during a corruption investigation, disappeared further and further inside his head.

    In a scene where the color was very controlled, “the prop master popped a bright red milk carton into the camera frame. It destroyed the design scheme we had made up.” He credited Mr. Lumet’s collaborative process with helping to see how jarring the color of the carton was to the rest of the scene. “He would insist that you as the designer look through the lens for the setup of each shot.” This was unusual in a business where there was often competition or tension between the camera and design departments.

    “Working with Francois Truffaut,” Mr. Walton said, “I was not able to look through the lens, but on ‘Murder on the Orient Express’ and every film I worked on with Sidney, he encouraged closeness with the cinematographer.”

    Mr. Lumet’s work sometimes brought him out to the South Fork, as in “Deathtrap,” a 1982 movie with exteriors shot in East Hampton. Rather than use the Connecticut farmhouse setting of the original play, Mr. Walton said, they decided it would “be more fun to have the couple live in East Hampton where their home could be a converted windmill,” using the unusual structure in a spooky and strange way reminiscent of the Hitchcock film “Vertigo.”

    In one scene, he said, “Dyan Cannon fears that the villain played by Christopher Reeve might be getting at her, and he is actually climbing the windmill and holding onto the blades, and she can see the grinding of the gears above her as she lies in bed in the scary moments before he breaks in.” They also filmed in and around the South End Burying Ground and Town Pond, as well as in Springs and at the East Hampton train station.

    Mr. Walton added that the play “The Shawl” by Cynthia Ozick, which had a run at the Jewish Repertory Theater in 1996 and was directed by Mr. Lumet (with his set designs) had its origins at the Bay Street Theatre in Sag Harbor.

    Friends will remember fondly Mr. Lumet’s birthday parties in East Hampton. He was born on June 25, and shared his birthday with Bob Fosse, another moviemaker with a varied résumé, who died in 1987. The screenwriter Peter Stone and the stage and screen director Gene Saks would give “historically hilarious speeches about one or both of them,” Mr. Walton recalled, that were always eagerly anticipated and uproariously received.

    “He was just one of the most lovable people imaginable,” Mr. Walton said, “and the closest and best collaborator and friend.”

    Although he spent practically his entire life in New York City, which became the setting for most of his films, Mr. Lumet was born in 1924 in Philadelphia to Baruch and Eugenia Wermus Lumet. They moved to New York when he was still a baby, and he became involved in his father’s Yiddish-language theater troupe by the age of 4; according to Time magazine his first Broadway role came when he was only 11. After wartime service in Burma and India he returned to the States as a director. He worked in theater and television before moving to film.

    He is survived by Piedy Lumet (née Mary Gimbel), his wife of three decades. She was at his side through his decline in recent months; friends said that they were the sort of couple who never seemed to want to spend an hour apart. He is also survived by his daughters from his previous marriage to Gail Jones, Amy Lumet and Jenny Lumet (the screenwriter of “Rachel Getting Married”), as well as a stepdaughter, a stepson, nine grandchildren, and a great-granddaughter. His marriages to Gloria Vanderbilt and Rita Gam, like that with Ms. Jones, ended in divorce. A private service will be held in New York City this weekend with a memorial service to be planned at a future date.

    Margaret A. Witty of Springs died on Saturday after a long illness. Called Maggi, Ms. Witty was known as an accomplished musician and singer-songwriter.

    She was born on Dec. 5, 1960, to the former Margaret F. Raitt and Michael J. Witty of Sag Harbor, who died before her. Ms. Witty grew up there, attending St. Andrew’s School and Pierson High School. She began playing the guitar in third grade and, her family wrote, she “could be found strumming it every spare moment she had.”

    After graduating from high school, Ms. Witty moved to Manhattan to pursue a career in music, performing at Kenny’s Castaways, the Lone Star Cafe, the Bitter End, and the Dugout. After returning to the South Fork, she performed at the Stephen Talkhouse, Guild Hall, and other venues.

    Ms. Witty also loved collecting antiques and turned her passion into a small business, the Country Girl in Bridgehampton. She also enjoyed traveling and spent time in South and Central America, Europe, and the Carib­bean. Her family wrote that she loved animals and wildlife.

    Ms. Witty is survived by her companion of 25 years, Steven Brennan of Springs, and four sisters, Gena Alloca of Holbrook, Michele Witty and Mary Witty of Manhattan, and Maureen Houfe of Scotland. She is also survived by her brother, Patrick Witty of Sag Harbor, and by four nephews and one niece.

    Visiting hours were held yesterday at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in Sag Harbor. A graveside service will take place at Oakland Cemetery in Sag Harbor at 11 a.m. today, the Rev. Tom MacLeod presiding.

    Memorial donations have been suggested to the Humane Society, 2100 L Street, N.W., Washington, D.C. 20037, or to the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons, P.O. Box 901, Wainscott 11975.

    Skip Cannon made his debut in the early days of television on Ted Mack’s “Original Amateur Hour,” a show that could be compared to today’s “American Idol” as performers were chosen by popular vote of the audience. He sang a cappella on the show, and although he did not win, he could count himself among alumni the likes of Frank Sinatra, Gladys Knight, and Diana Ross and quickly became a teen sensation.

    Mr. Cannon, who had cancer for 10 years, died of the disease at St. Francis Hospital in Roslyn on April 10. He was 77.

    Mr. Cannon caught the fever for shark fishing, his wife, Mary Cannon, said yesterday, and it led him to live in Montauk. He worked on the Cricket with Frank Mundus, the world-famous shark fisherman, and later bought the boat from him.

    He continued to fish after working on the Cricket, mostly as a guest on the Oh Brother charter boat out of Montauk.

    Born on July 11, 1933, in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, Mr. Cannon was the son of Richard Henry Francis Cannon II and the former Blanch Majewski. As a child he lived for a time in Melbourne, Fla.

    During the Korean War he served for a year in the military police and saw combat, as a result of which he experienced a 60-percent loss of hearing and what would now be described as post-traumatic stress disorder, his wife said.

    Once he returned home, Mr. Cannon worked as the director of airport maintenance for the Mid-Island Air Service at MacArthur Airport in Islip. He told his wife stories of stars bringing their aircraft there, and, as a golfer, he was especially impressed when Jack Nicklaus flew in.

    Mr. Cannon enjoyed working on Jaguars and completely restored several of them. He also knew a good deal about animals and owned a pest control company for a time.

    He was previously married to Grace D’Andrea and Patricia Wilkins. He married the former Mary Monahan in Northport in 1988.

    Mr. Cannon was active in the Montauk Fire Department, serving as a fire commissioner, lieutenant, and as an emergency medical technician in Company 4, the ambulance crew. In 2002 he was named fireman of the year.

    Last year he took a job as a traffic control officer in East Hampton. Even though the job could be trying when he had to issue a ticket, his wife said, “He had superior people skills. He should have been a hostage negotiator.”

    In addition to his wife, Mr. Cannon is survived by a daughter, Andrea Cannon Giaordano, a sister, Doris Cannon Brown of Toms River, N.J., and a brother, James Cannon of Rocky Point. A son, Matthew Cannon, predeceased him.

    Mr. Cannon made a gift of his organs to the donor program at the State University at Stony Brook. His family has asked that memorial donations be made to the Montauk Fire Department’s Company 4, 12 Flamingo Avenue, Montauk 11954.

    A celebration of his life will be held at the fire department on May 14 from noon to 3 p.m.

    Hedda Sterne was the only woman in an iconic photograph of an otherwise very masculine group of artists — dubbed “The Irascibles” by a New York art critic — who defined mid-20th-century Modernism. The last surviving person in that photograph, which was pubished in Life magazine in 1951, she was 100 years old when she died at home in New York City on April 8.

    A late arrival to the shoot, she was told to stand on a table and appears to tower over her male colleagues, who include Jimmy Ernst, Barnett Newman, James Brooks, Mark Rothko, Jackson Pollock, Robert Motherwell, Willem de Kooning, Adolph Gottlieb, and Ad Reinhardt. The group had caused a stir by signing an open letter to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in protest of its policies on showing contemporary abstract artists.

    She later told an interviewer from The New York Review of Books that her inclusion in the photo was a false gesture, because she was not an Abstract Expressionist, as the other artists came to be known, nor was she an “Irascible.”

    Not present in the photograph was her husband at the time, Saul Steinberg, a fellow artist and Romanian whom she married in 1944 and lived with for 16 years. The couple separated in 1961, but never divorced. They lived in Manhattan and in Springs, and she had her own place on Hog Creek Road from 1966 to 2004.

    An earlier marriage, in 1932, to Frederick Stern, had ended in divorce. She kept his name, however, later adding an “E.” Ms. Sterne’s work ranged from Surrealist-inspired images in the early days of her career, to constructed compositions inspired by farm equipment or highways, to language-based paintings.

    Dore Ashton, an art critic and professor at Cooper Union, noted on Tuesday that she was also a gifted portraitist who captured friends and colleagues in drawings and paintings. A show of her portrait drawings was exhibited at the Pollock-Krasner House in Springs in 2009.

    Her late drawings, which she executed while she had failing eyesight, attempted to catch the unseen essence of things. “There was very little vestige of something concrete,” her friend Edvard Lieber recalled on Tuesday. She called the lines she made with pencil and oil crayon as inlines rather than outlines. “I had never heard anyone describe something like that,” he said. “She was describing the immaterial.”

    Hedda Linderberg was born on Aug. 4, 1910, in Bucharest to Simon and Eugenie Wexler Lindenberg. She took summer classes in Vienna and was a student of art history and philosophy at the University of Bucharest. She then studied painting in Paris in Fernand Leger’s atelier and at the Académie de la Grande Chaumiere. She ended up in New York in the 1940s after barely escaping a raid by the Nazis on her house in Bucharest.

    The association she began in Romania with the Surrealists continued in New York, where she was exhibited in a show of Surrealism for which André Breton and Marcel Duchamp served as curators. She continued to show throughout her life, but was overshadowed by the more outsized personalities and successes of many of her colleagues. From 1963 to 1964, she worked in Venice as the recipient of a Fulbright fellowship.

    Ms. Ashton said that Ms. Sterne took advantage of East Hampton’s unusual light in her work and was attuned to her environment. She was also a big reader, “an extraordinarily sensitive and cultured human being . . . one of the few and last grandes dames of New York.”

    Mr. Lieber remembered their regular dinners in East Hampton, to which she would occasionally also invite Elaine de Kooning or Ibram and Ernestine Lassaw. “She organized dinner like a Diaghilev ballet. Everything would be prepared, and she would keep a small pad nearby with topics of conversation and humorous things to keep the conversation buoyant. She always had knowledge of the latest writers and artists. She was always looking to the future. There was this constant sense of evolution about her.”

    He called her house and property an enchanting place where fog would roll in over a “panoramic meadow of wildflowers” as they sat watching on her Japanese-style porch.

    In one of her notes to him, she described what it was like to follow her muse. “At times I have feelings of great despair and emptiness and doubts that taunt me. And yet, I would not exchange all of this for anything because my conscience tells me I am fulfilling my duty, obeying a decree of fate.”

    But for a niece who lives in Paris, Ms. Sterne left no survivors. A memorial service will be announced at a future date.

    Emma Edwards Parsons, a lifelong resident of Amagansett and an 11th-generation member of the Edwards family, died peacefully at home in Amagansett on April 28. She was 94.

    Known to friends and family as Mema, she was born in Amagansett on Atlantic Avenue, which was then called Whippoorwill Lane, on Aug. 10, 1916, to Nathaniel T. Edwards and Sarah O. Schellinger.

    On Nov. 3, 1937, she married Elbert Gosman Parsons, a member of the 10th generation here of his line and descendant of Samuel Parsons. She had two children, Elbert and Susan.

    Mrs. Parsons graduated from East Hampton High School and attended beauty school in New York. She was the oldest member of the Amagansett Presbyterian Church, where there are large stained-glass windows dedicated to both the Edwards and Parsons families.

    She was an artist, a great storyteller, and a lover of nature, her family said, but her greatest passion was family.

    Mrs. Parsons was proud of her heritage. She came from a long line of fishermen. Her grandfather was Capt. Gabriel Edwards, a menhaden fisherman and offshore whaler. In 1907 he harpooned the last whale caught off Amagansett. The account of this is told in “Whale Off,” which was written by his brother Everett J. Edwards and a niece, Jeannette Edwards Rattray. Her grandfather was the inspiration for Mrs. Parsons’s admiration of and collection of mermaids.

    Each year at Christmas Mrs. Parsons decorated her tree with blue lights symbolizing the sea and with her vast collection of mermaid ornaments as a testament to his story. Capt. Edwards also died at the age of 94.

    Her father, Nathaniel, was a trap fisherman. Her brothers, Nathaniel Edwards Jr., who drowned in the surf off Amagansett on Feb. 19, 1937, and Richard T. Edwards, who died in 2002, were both dragger fishermen. Her sister, Mary Ellen DiGate, died in 1979.

    In her youth the Edwards family spent most of the year in Amagansett. During the summer they moved to the fishing village in Montauk at Fort Pond Bay. Her father’s boat, the Sally O, was moored in front of their house.

    She loved the summers there, swimming, diving off the docks, and making fun of her grandfather, who always joined in the antics. She enjoyed recounting those memories for her family.

    When Mrs. Parsons was 17 she desperately wanted a car, but her father considered automobiles to be unsafe and persuaded her to opt for a boat. It was a wooden Chris-Craft inboard motor boat, which she named Vamp. She could be seen regularly ripping around Montauk Point with her young brother and Capt. Edwards. A model of Vamp is displayed in the entryway of her house across from a portrait of Capt. Edwards that she painted.

    When Mr. and Mrs. Parsons married, they first lived on Hand Lane in Amagansett. Her first child, Elbert, who was known as Terry, was born there one day before the 1938 Hurricane and friends moved her and her new baby into the basement there for safety.

    Later they built a house at Fresh Pond, Amagansett. Mrs. Parsons loved the water and taught many to water-ski. She was an expert on one ski and was able to start on the beach, go for a spin around the bay, and return to the beach without getting wet.

    A northeast storm in March 1962 caused an electrical fire that destroyed their house. The family was fortunate to escape with their lives.

    Mr. and Mrs. Parsons rebuilt in central Amagansett, doing the majority of the work themselves. She lived there until her death, with the exception of a few months a year when she wintered in Boynton Beach, Fla., where she had friends.

    Her eye for landscaping has proved itself in her property’s maturing garden over the last 50 years. Her yard is surrounded by large, blooming purple cloudlike walls of rhododendrons, summer seas of impatiens, beech trees, and birches dug from local woods in years past.

    She was still planting and designing her gardens when she was 93, singlehandedly planting 22 flats of annuals. This year, at 94, she said she thought she might need a little help.

    She began painting when her husband died at 63. Her gardens were the focus of many of her paintings.

    She is survived by her daughter, Susan Parsons Knobel of Freehold, N.Y., two granddaughters, and four great- granddaughters. She expected to welcome a fifth great-grandchild in the near future. She took great joy in all her nieces and nephews, her family said. Her son died before her.

    Her family gathered on May 1 in her garden to celebrate her life and recount stories about her. In accordance with her wishes there was no funeral. Her ashes will be placed alongside her husband’s grave at Oak Grove Cemetery in Amagansett.

    Donald G. Gleasner, who as an importer was among the first to introduce Americans to prefinished plywood, leaving a mark on rec rooms everywhere, died on May 3 at his house on Pheasant Woods Lane in East Hampton. He was 88.

    A gifted athlete in high school, Mr. Gleasner received a scholarship to attend the University of Pennsylvania before World War II interrupted his education. He joined the Naval Air Corps, becoming a pilot. In the Navy his athletic skills developed further when he was asked to join the football team.

    The close of the war brought an invitation from a Navy football coach to join him at the University of Maryland, and it was there that Mr. Gleasner met his future wife, Patti Siceloff, with whom he would spend the next 64 years.

    Though drafted upon graduation by the Chicago Bears, he decided to pursue baseball and earned a spot on the Boston Red Sox. By 1948, however, he left the sports world, traveling to Asia to set up his import company.

    He was born on Dec. 30, 1922, in Wilmington, Del., to Leo Henry Gleasner and the former Eleanor Burns.

    Mr. Gleasner and his wife lived in Ridgewood, N.J., among other places, before moving to East Hampton in 1986.

    Surviving him are his wife and three children: Gregg Gleasner of San Francisco and Donald and Patrice Gleasner, both of East Hampton.

    A memorial will be held this summer. The family has suggested contributions to East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978, or Elsa’s Ark, P.O. Box 2900, East Hampton 11937.

   Christopher Taaffe Schiaffino died at home on Muir Boulevard in East Hampton on Friday morning at the age of 35. The cause of death is still unknown, according to his family.

    The proprietor of Tri-R landscaping services in East Hampton along with a partner, Marcelo Chuya, he moved to the South Fork after college. He was born on Staten Island to Fred and Maureen Taaffe Schiaffino on June 23, 1975. As a child there he excelled in athletics and was a pitcher on his high school baseball team, the Tottenville Pirates, helping take them to the city championships.

    He moved to West Palm Beach, Fla., for college, graduating from Northwood University with a degree in business administration. He came to East Hampton to work with his father’s landscaping business and steadily built up the business over 15 years.

    Mr. Schiaffino’s marriage to Kristen McCabe on Aug. 12, 2007, ended in divorce. The marriage resulted in the birth of two sons, Christopher Jr., who is 4, and Daniel, who is 3, for whom he was the primary caregiver and a devoted father, his family said.

    They said he treasured his time with his family and friends, often traveling to New York City to spend holidays with his mother or to take in a Yankees game. He enjoyed all sports, and was a fan of the Boston Celtics and the New York Giants. He enjoyed outdoor pursuits such as golf, as well as poker. His sister Lori Schiaffino said he spent every summer weekend fishing on her family’s boat in Montauk. As an adult he continued his love of playing baseball as the starting shortstop for the Ocean Aire Nurseries, La Superica, and Sag Harbor Liquors teams, which he led to championships.

    In addition to his two sons, he is survived by his mother and her partner, Charles Milano of Staten Island, his father and his wife, Michele, of East Hampton, and three siblings, John Schiaffino of East Hampton, Lori Schiaffino of Huntington and Montauk, and Kathy Trant of Long Meadow, Mass. Also surviving are a grandfather and five nieces and nephews.

    Mr. Schiaffino was remembered with wakes in East Hampton at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home on Sunday and on Staten Island, where he was buried at Moravian Cemetery on Monday.

    Abraham Einhorn, a playwright whose first play, “Agatha Sue I Love You,” was produced on Broadway by George Abbott in 1966, died on May 4 in Laughlin, Nev., of cardiac arrest. He was 85.

    Mr. Einhorn summered in East Hampton and lived in Laughlin during the winter.

    He was born on May 30, 1925, in New York City, one of two sons of Samuel and Pauline Einhorn. He grew up on the Lower East Side. He lived in Amawalk, N.Y., from 1950 to 1989.

    In 1938 he married his childhood sweetheart, Rena Gatti, who died in 2007.

    Mr. Einhorn served in the Navy on Okinawa during World War II.

    After returning to New York he began his career in the theater, spending 30 years backstage on some of the longest-running plays on Broadway, according to his children, who also wrote that he enjoyed walking, reading, gambling, and writing.

    Mr. Einhorn wrote many plays and, in later life, enjoyed writing one-act plays.

    Mr. Einhorn is survived by his daughter, Janice Robinson of East Hampton, his son, Richard Einhorn of Tampa, Fla., his brother, Jerry Einhorn of Delray Beach, Fla., and two nephews and a niece.

    Mr. Einhorn was cremated; his ashes will be buried with his wife’s in the family plot in Amawalk.

    A celebration of his life will be held in Laughlin, Nev., on May 30.