Manuel J. Cunha Jr. of East Hampton, who died after the car he was driving swerved off the road and burst into flames on Saturday, will be buried today. Mr. Cunha, who was 58, was killed with his friend Thomas Wheeler while the two were driving on Brick Kiln Road in Noyac.

    Mr. Cunha’s sister Lauren Schellinger of Sag Harbor remembered him yesterday as a man who loved to be out on the water fishing or clamming. He had been hoping to get a new boat soon, she said.

    He had also been fixing up his house in anticipation of having his companion, Linda Pazera, move in with him. Mr. Cunha was a divorced father of a 21-year-old son, who survives him.

    As a young man, Mr. Cunha, who grew up in Sag Harbor, joined the Navy, serving from 1971 to 1975. During the Vietnam War, Mr. Cunha did not serve inside that country but did “damage control work,” his sister said, from outside the battle zones. He subsequently served for a time in the Middle East.

    Five years ago, Mr. Cunha moved to Three Mile Harbor Road in East Hampton. He had been working for Mr. Wheeler as a carpenter in recent months.

    Born in Southampton on May 29, 1952, to the former Frances Adele Field and Manuel J. Cunha Sr., he attended Pierson High School in Sag Harbor.

    A pasta dinner fund-raiser for the families of Mr. Cunha and Mr. Wheeler (whose obituary also appears in this issue) will be held on Saturday at Pierson High School from 5 to 7 p.m. The cost is $10 a plate.

    In addition to Ms. Schellinger and Christopher G. Cunha of Forest Hills, Queens, his son, Mr. Cunha is survived by his mother, who lives in Sag Harbor, and by three other sisters, Rhonda Cunha of Tequesta, Fla., Cherryl Cunha of Caroga Lake, N.Y., and Sharon Adam of Sag Harbor. He is also survived by a brother, Anthony Cunha of Sag Harbor, and by two nieces and two nephews. His father died in July.

    Visiting hours were yesterday at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in Sag Harbor. A funeral will take place there at 11 a.m. today, with burial to follow at St. Andrew’s Cemetery in Sag Harbor.

    Memorial donations have been suggested to Christopher G. Cunha at 7232 Juno Street, Forest Hills, 11375, or to the Sag Harbor Fire Department, P.O. Box 209, Sag Harbor 11963.

    Mary Margaret Postich, who with her husband moved to Oakview Highway in East Hampton 30 years ago, died on Monday at Dominican Village in Amityville. She was 93.

    She was born in New York City on Sept. 16, 1917, one of five children of the former “Mama” Bokowska and “Papa” Limberg. Her parents and her husband, Joseph A. Postich Sr., died before her.

    Ms. Postich grew up in the city and, after graduating from high school, she went to secretarial college. Until she retired she was an executive secretary at United Way.

    She and her husband moved to East Hampton to be closer to her sisters.

    According to her son, Joseph A. Postich Jr., his mother was a very spiritual and religious person, and she was involved in church affairs both in Manhattan and in East Hampton at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church.

    Her sisters, Vera Dryer of East Hampton, Jeannie Limberg, Amanda Limberg, and Olga Lepain, all of Manhattan, died before Ms. Postich. Her brother, Bill Limberg of Manhattan, also died before her.

    In addition to her son and his wife, Wendy Bliss, who live in Bermuda, she is survived by many nieces and nephews.

    A funeral will be held at Most Holy Trinity tomorrow at 11 a.m., followed by burial at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Coram.

   Joan Catherine Wells Vagan, who lived on Norfolk Drive in Springs for 20 years, died at home on Monday of complications of Alzheimer’s disease. She was 78.

    She was born in Brooklyn on Jan. 1, 1933, one of five children of the former Frances Golden and George Wells. She is survived by her sister, Eileen Wells Tublin of Brooklyn. She was close to her brother-in-law, Mel Tublin, and her niece Pamela Tublin Cook of Brooklyn, who was like a daughter to her. She is survived by many other nieces, nephews, and great-nieces and great-nephews.

    Mrs. Vagan grew up in Brooklyn and graduated from Dominican Catholic High School there. She married Joseph Vagan in June 1953; he survives. The couple used to visit Mrs. Vagan’s sister and her family, who have been coming to East Hampton for 40 years. When Mr. Vagan retired, they built their house in the Clearwater Beach section of Springs.

    Mrs. Vagan kept a beautiful garden, her sister said, and was a member of the Nature Conservancy and the Ladies Village Improvement Society. She was on the L.V.I.S. nature trail committee and also helped look after the swans on Town Pond. Mrs. Tublin said that she worked at the Springs Fisherman’s Fair for a number of years.

    Mrs. Vagan was cremated. A Mass will be said today at 11 a.m. at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton, where she taught Sunday school, followed by internment of ashes at Calverton National Cemetery. Memorial donations have been suggested to any Alzheimer’s disease charity.

Word has been received of the death of John C. Louise of Sag Harbor, at Stony Brook Southampton Hospital last Thursday. He was 90. An obituary will appear in a future issue.

The family of Gary F. Darenberg of Montauk, who died on Friday, will receive vistors today from 5 to 8 p.m. at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in East Hampton. A funeral Mass will be said tomorrow at 11 a.m. at the Montauk Community Church, with burial to follow at Cedar Lawn Cemetery in East Hampton. An obituary will appear in a future issue.

Irene Attinello discovered that a lot had changed in the years since she left her job as a switchboard operator in the 1950s to raise her four children with her husband, Joe Attinello, then returned to the work force in the mid-1980s. 

At Bell Telephone, the original place she worked, it was just the start of the telecommunications age, and the switchboard Mrs. Attinello operated had retractable cables she had to plug in and out to get callers to the right extension. Back then, her supervisors traveled around the call center on roller skates.

“She loved telling those old stories,” said Mrs. Attinello’s son Ron Attinello, who used to return his mother’s attempts to entertain him by playing songs for her on his guitar, or listening to the opera with her on Saturdays on local radio.

“Whenever I picked up the guitar and played for her, she’d melt back into her chair and close her eyes, because her cousin played the piano and she’d have all these memories that just would transport her. She was pretty partial to music of her era — the American Songbook. Frank Sinatra.” 

At a remembrance of Mrs. Atti­nello’s life on Friday night, her son said, her family gathered and sang another of her favorites, “Bye Bye Blackbird,” to honor her.

Mrs. Attinello was living in Montauk with her son and his wife, Margaret Attinello, when she died on April 3 of complications of a stroke she’d had in January. She was 89. She was cremated.

Mrs. Attinello was born on April 21, 1929, in Easton, Pa., to Charles Painz and Esther Roseberry Painz. 

She and Joe Attinello were married on Oct. 1, 1950, and lived in Milford, N.J., until his death in 2013, whereupon Mrs. Attinello moved to Montauk. Once there, she enjoyed the new friends she made at the Montauk Senior Nutrition Center and evenings with her family.

In addition to her son, Mrs. Attinello is survived by three other children, Ann Snope of Savannah, Ga., Robert Attinello of Frenchtown, N.J., and Charles Attinello of Montauk, as well as five grandchildren. She also leaves a sister, Marion Baumgartner of Fort Collins, Colo. 

When Mrs. Attinello — feeling restless once her children were grown — decided to return to the work force in the 1980s, she found that being a switchboard operator required operating computers. Instead she got a job at Warren Hospital in Phillipsburg, N.J., where she worked for another 23 years.

At both jobs, her family said, Mrs. Attinello formed friendships that lasted a lifetime. During the last five years of her life, she also cherished the company of her aide, Maria Davis, who “cared for my mother like it was her own mother,” Ron Attinello said. “She was phenomenal.”

Edith P. Daniels’s children remember her as a mother and homemaker who believed so strongly that “family is everything” that she found deep contentment in simply gathering with them and their kids at the East Hampton house she lived in for the past 65 years. 

But one notable exception in Mrs. Daniels’s routine? Her love for the marathon pinochle games she played with friends during their weekly gatherings that would stretch deep into the night.

“My daughter works for the East Hampton police dispatcher, and they would say, ‘Is that your grandmother driving by at 4 in the morning?’ and my daughter would say, ‘Yes. It probably is,’ ” Mrs. Daniels’s daughter Sandra Daniels said yesterday with a laugh. “They’d play till 4 a.m. all the time.” 

Mrs. Daniels, who was 86, died at home on Saturday of complications of Parkinson’s disease.

She was born on May 27, 1932, in Southampton to Howard Page and Jennie Kacinski Page. After she married Robert F. Daniels they eventually moved to East Hampton. Her husband died in 1994, and one of their sons, Robert Paul Daniels, died in 1969.

In addition to her daughter, who lives in Riverhead, Mrs. Daniels is survived by another daughter, Joyce Daniels of Springs, and by a son, Bruce Daniels of East Hampton. Most of her six grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren took turns at her bedside in her last week. 

Mrs. Daniels continued her habit of wearing a bow in her hair daily — a fashion twist that became her signature.

“Oh! She had a plastic shoebox and it was loaded with all kinds of bows — polka dot bows, solids — and for a while, we had trouble finding her bows, so if you could find one or come across one, you’d buy it for her,” Sandra Daniels said. “It was something she started wearing in the ’60s, and she wore one in her hair every day, even throughout the Parkinson’s, right until the day she died.”

A funeral Mass for Mrs. Daniels was celebrated yesterday at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton, and she was buried in the church cemetery. 

The family has suggested that anyone wishing to make donations in Mrs. Daniels’s name consider East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978, online at eeh.org.

Dorothy Sherry — a civil servant, poet, wife, mother, and self-proclaimed bohemian who traveled the world with her husband before settling in Sag Harbor in 1959 — was so well known there that when it came time for “Voices of Sag Harbor: A Village Remembered,” a 2007 compendium published by the John Jermain Library, the book’s dedication read: 

“To two exceptional women of Sag Harbor: Mrs. Russell Sage, who gave the village its wonderful library, and Dorothy Sherry, whose hard work and devotion have done so much to enrich it.”

From the accolades following her death, on April 8 at the age of 93, it seemed there was little Mrs. Sherry couldn’t do. She was born on Jan. 19, 1926, in Sioux City, Iowa, to Arthur Townsend Briggs and Mathilda Holm Briggs, who had immigrated to this country from Oxbol, Denmark. She graduated from St. Olaf College, a Lutheran liberal arts institution, in Northfield, Minn., having mowed lawns and done odd jobs to pay for her education. 

After college, Mrs. Sherry settled in Chicago to work for the Needham, Louis & Brorby advertising agency. It was there that a colleague, John Olden Sherry, came by her desk and, her family said, “flirtatiously twirled her typewriter knob.” The gambit by Mr. Sherry (who had been on 65 bombing missions during World War II) worked. They were married on Jan. 8, 1949, in St. Louis, his hometown. 

It was the start of a journey that took the couple from New Orleans to New York City, then to Torremolinos, a village on the Costa del Sol in Spain, and then on to Tangier in Morocco and Rome. Their eldest daughter, Linda, was born in Tangier in 1953.

Tiring of the expat life, the Sherrys moved back to the United States in 1949, settling near Wytheville, Va., on a dairy farm where Mr. Sherry began publishing work as a novelist and a playwright. He recounted their time as farmers and home renovators, often hilariously, in a memoir titled “Maggie’s Farm.” The Sherrys — who by then had a second daughter, Sylvia — moved to Sag Harbor in 1959 after becoming instantly smitten with the village while visiting friends. They soon became members of a South Fork literary cohort. 

Once here, Mrs. Sherry also became active in local politics. She was on the Sag Harbor Village Board from 1976 to 1977, and volunteered with numerous groups, including the Friends of the John Jermain Library, the Sag Harbor Historical Society, the Whalers Festival, and the Hampton Day School, where she was a trustee and pulled a few shifts in its thrift shop. 

Mrs. Sherry also served on the board of directors and as an instructor for Taproots Workshops and Journal, a Stony Brook-based group that helped people 55 and older write about their life experiences in poetry and prose.

She also was an athlete who won the women’s championship at the Sag Harbor Golf Club several times and enjoyed tennis at Sag Harbor’s Mashashimuet Park.

Mrs. Sherry lived on Howard Street for 50 years before health problems persuaded her to move from her beloved Sag Harbor to the eastern shore of Maryland to be near two of her daughters. Her death, from a heart condition, occurred at the Arcadia Assisted Living facility in Chester, Md., where she had lived since 2017 and where she enjoyed elder activities such as painting, singing, and group exercise. Her husband died in 1999. She is survived by their children, Linda Sherry and Sylvia Sherry, both of Crumpton, Md., Anne Sherry of East Hampton, and by four grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.

Mrs. Sherry’s cremated remains will be buried alongside her husband’s at Oakland Cemetery in Sag Harbor on April 27 after a 3 p.m. graveside service. The family has invited all who knew her to attend.

Those interested in making memorial contributions in Mrs. Sherry’s name have been asked to consider the John Jermain Library or Save Sag Harbor.

Joan M. Carpentier Hevey “had a great sense of humor,” said her cousin Theresa Bochichio, who grew up with her in Westchester County. “She loved being around people, and she loved dancing. She was very intelligent.”

Mrs. Hevey, who lived on Norfolk Drive in Springs, died on March 24 at the Kanas Center for Hospice Care on Quiogue after a long illness. She was 73.

Mrs. Hevey and her husband, Christopher John Hevey Jr., who died in 2005, began building their house in Springs in the 1990s. They spent summers there at first while living the rest of the time in Westchester, but eventually settled there year round. Mrs. Hevey loved the nearby beaches, her cousin said, and adored her two cats, Charlie and Taffy. She enjoyed gardening and decorating, too.

She was born in White Plains on Dec. 6, 1945, to Andrew Carpentier and the former Anna Leone. She grew up in Elmsford, N.Y., and graduated from Maria Regina High School in Hartsdale, N.Y., before going on to Berkeley College’s school of business in White Plains. She and Mr. Hevey were married in 1967. 

Mrs. Hevey is survived by a stepdaughter, Donna Morrison of Florida, and by two grandchildren, four great-grandchildren, a brother, Ronald Carpentier of Tennessee, and her twin sister, Claire Tully of Roswell, Ga. She also leaves many cousins, six nieces and nephews, and eight great-nieces and great-nephews. 

She was cremated. Her ashes will be buried at Mount Calvary Cemetery in Valhalla, N.Y. A service has not yet been planned. 

Her family has suggested contributions in her memory to a children’s cancer charity of choice.

John C. Craft, the owner of the former Ocean View Farm in Montauk, who had been employed with his father at John A. Craft Real Estate and Insurance on Main Street in Montauk and also started a construction company, Custom Craft Homes of Montauk, died of bone marrow cancer on March 21 in Port St. Lucie, Fla. He was 75 and had been ill for 11 months.

A self-described “active and outside type,” he loved to fish and became a guide and captain of several sport-fishing boats at the former Deep Sea Club on Star Island in Montauk. He operated boats chartered by those interested in swordfish and other big-game fishing, as well as Montauk pilot boats, which often called for braving high seas, fog, wind, and ice. 

Mr. Craft attributed his illness to the wood and metal cleaning solvents he used in construction and said its onset had been rapid and debilitating.

After suffering a back injury, he gave up construction and concentrated on gardening. He sold produce at the roadside and eventually grew the business into a working farm. He was interviewed by The New York Times in 1981.  During his childhood in Montauk, he told a reporter, the nearest place to shop for food was 15 miles away. Growing produce, he said, allowed him to have a fully-stocked larder, and a feeling of self-sufficiency. He later operated the popular Ocean View Farmer’s Market in the hamlet. 

Called Jack, Mr. Craft was born in Brooklyn on Dec. 5, 1943, to the former Pauline Cesly and John A. Craft. He grew up in Montauk, where his father was head of construction for the Navy’s torpedo-testing station at Fort Pond Bay. 

He attended the Montauk School, which at the time had two grades of students in each classroom, and spent two years at LaSalle Military Academy in Oakdale before graduating from East Hampton High School. He attended Pace College for two years and then studied at the Pohs Institute, where he earned a license as an insurance broker.  

Mr. Craft was a member of the Montauk Fire Department for 20 years and its #1 Ambulance Company, took part in the Montauk Department’s Benevolent Association, and had been honored as Fireman of the Year. He served as building and grounds administrator of the Montauk School for two five-year terms, and was on the Montauk School Board for 10 years.

In 2000, he moved to Hampton Bays, where he met Rosemarie Palazzolo, whom he married three years later. The couple then moved to Port St. Lucie.

He is survived by his wife, a daughter, Jennifer Craft Hogan, two stepsons, Alan Schmalacker and Eric Schmalacker, and nine grandchildren. 

In keeping with his wishes, his ashes are to be spread at sea. No funeral service was held. 

The family has suggested memorial donations to the MDS Foundation, an organization that advocates for those suffering from a form of bone marrow cancer, at mds-foundation.org or the National Kidney Foundation at kidney.org.