Like his father and grandparents before him, Frank L. Dickinson Sr. had a personal relationship with Montauk, and he lived long enough and well enough to become part of its tapestry himself. 

He was born in 1924 at Third House, which actually was the third dwelling on Montauk (besides the lighthouse keeper’s quarters). The house, now a museum, was built in 1806 to replace the first dwelling, which was completed in 1747 on what is now Deep Hollow Ranch. Mr. Dickinson died of pneumonia at the age of 94 on Dec. 11 at the Long Island State Veterans Home at Stony Brook University.

The Dickinsons were among the first nonnatives to settle in Montauk. Mr. Dickinson’s grandmother ran a boarding house at Ditch Plain, which Teddy Roosevelt visited after returning from the Spanish-American War in 1898 with 29,500 veterans, who were known as Rough Riders and were quarantined in tents until doctors declared them free of typhoid and yellow fever. 

Mr. Dickinson’s grandfather and father managed Third House when Jack Prentice owned it as a retreat and hunting camp for friends. Mr. Dickinson’s father was the first superintendent of Hither Hills State Park, a job his son, whose nickname was Shank, took over in 1958 after having been employed as a state park policeman and overseeing the Montauk Downs golf course and Montauk State Park.

Frank L. Dickinson Sr. was born on May 22, 1924, to Frank W. Dickinson and the former Loretta Kelly. He married the former Barbara Wiggins of Bridgehampton on Jan. 10, 1946. She died before him.  

Mr. Dickinson attended East Hampton High School and joined the Army after graduation. He eventually became a flight navigator in the Pacific. After his marriage and upon his return from the war, he moved his young family to a Spanish-style stucco building that served as the refreshment stand at Montauk State Park. They later relocated to a house near the lighthouse.

One of Mr. Dickinson’s most unforgettable duties as a young officer was helping retrieve bodies after the Pelican, a Montauk party boat, developed engine trouble and capsized in rough seas off Montauk Point on Sept. 1, 1951, killing 45 passengers and crew members.

Throughout his life, even after Mr. Dickinson went on to be a New York State Park policeman and park supervisor, he maintained his connection to Deep Hollow Ranch and Third House. His brother, Jack Dickinson, ran the ranch’s guesthouse for a while and another brother, Phineas Dickinson, ran the cattle and horse business at the ranch. 

Mr. Dickinson’s knowledge of horses and horsemanship “was legendary on Long Island,” his son Bradley W. Dickinson of Montauk said. He was delighted when his daughter and son-in-law, Diane and Rusty Leaver of Weatherford, Tex., bought the ranch in 1971. They went on to run it for 40 years. 

He was a member of the Montauk Point Lions Club and a founding member of the Montauk Historical Society. 

Mr. Dickinson retired in 1980 and built a house in East Hampton but he often returned to the ranch to drive teams of horses, lead wagon rides, and teach young enthusiasts horsemanship skills. In his later years, his main hobby was restoring vintage carriages and  building scaled down authentic carriages that he shared with his children. 

In addition to his Diane Leaver and Bradley Dickinson, he is survived by his children, Frank L. Dickinson Jr. of Satellite Beach, Fla., and Kelly J. Dickinson of Lake Grove, along with six grandchildren and six great-grandchildren, with a seventh due in March. Three brothers and a half sister died before him.

He was cremated, and his family held a private memorial service.

Donations have been suggested to the Montauk Historical Society, P.O. Box 868, Montauk 11954.

Timothy Patrick Sullivan of East Hampton died at home on Dec. 8 of lung cancer that was diagnosed in September. He was 84.

Mr. Sullivan became acquainted with East Hampton as a child when he visited friends here, and he and his wife bought a house in the village in 1971. Once he had retired, he moved here full time and became active in a number of groups, including the East Hampton Rotary Club, the East Hampton Town nature preserve committee, and Ducks Unlimited, a national nonprofit dedicated to preserving disappearing waterfowl habitat. He also joined a production class at LTV Studios and eventually hosted his own show, “Sullivan’s Travels Around the East End” on the public access channel. His son said that many people remember his show fondly, especially the “Poetry Corner” segments for which he invited East End poets as guests.

In New York City, his son said, Mr. Sullivan had had a lifelong involvement with the Democratic Party, but once he was living here, he switched allegiance to the Republican Party, partly because he felt that New York Democrats who were out here looked down on the Bonackers and he did not like that, according to his wife. He became an East Hampton Town Republican committeeman and over the years wrote dozens if not hundreds of impassioned letters to The Star about all sorts of town matters. 

He was born in New York City on Aug. 25, 1934, the only son of the former Grace Darby and Joseph Timothy Patrick Sullivan. He had two sisters who were his father’s daughters from a previous marriage, Sally Sullivan of Los Angeles and Maureen Sullivan of Philadelphia, both of whom died before him.

Mr. Sullivan went to the Allen-Stevenson School, Canterbury School, and attended the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University. At first he worked as a copy boy at The Washington Post and as a reporter at The Newark Star-Ledger.

After his journalistic stint, Mr. Sullivan spent time on Wall Street, first as a bond trader and then at Cowen and Company, after which he went to work for the New York City Bureau of the Budget during the 1970s fiscal crisis. In 1977 he became deputy county clerk of New York County. He retired in 1996. 

He was an enthusiastic sailor and fisherman and loved spending time on the water, according to his family. He was passionate about music, art, and poetry and organized a poetry reading at the Pollock-Krasner House and Study Center in honor of what would have been Jackson Pollock’s 100th Birthday. 

Mr. Sullivan was a lifelong member of the Society of the Friendly Sons of St. Patrick, where he had previously served as secretary and historian. He served as an honorary usher at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City and was head usher for a time. 

Through mutual friends, Mr. Sullivan met Wiebke Elizabeth Luth, who survives, in New York City and they married in 1966. They would have celebrated their 52nd wedding anniversary on Friday, Dec. 28. Two children, Grace Sullivan and Sean Sullivan, both of Manhattan, and two granddaughters survive.

Mr. Sullivan was cremated. In the summer, his ashes will be scatted on Gardiner’s Bay. A funeral service will be held at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton on Dec. 29 at 11 a.m. The Rev. Ryan Creamer will say the Mass. Donations in Mr. Sullivan’s name have been suggested for East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978.

Mary Bayes Ryan, an artist who in the 1970s purchased the former Fire Place Lodge summer camp in Springs, opening it for use by local farmers, pop-up summer camps, and an extended community of family, friends and neighbors, died at home overlooking Gardiner’s Bay on Sept. 21. She was 85.

Many from that group gathered in October to remember her, filling the 19th-century oak barn she had moved to the property in the mid-1980s. 

“There are times in my life when I meet someone, and I’m aware there’s going to be a long relationship. There’s some spark,” recalled Scott Chaskey of Quail Hill Farm, who farmed the property through the 1990s. “I was completely aware of that happening at my first lunch with Mary.”

“She had a gift for having fun that was absolutely contagious,” said Judith Hope, a former East Hampton Town supervisor. “She was just a joy to be around.” 

Ms. Ryan was born in Surrey, England, on Feb. 15, 1933, to American parents, Ross Bayes and the former Marian Hopkins, both of New York City. With war looming, the family returned to the United States in 1939, and she attended the Fieldston School, and then Sarah Lawrence College, from which she graduated in 1954 — and for which she would later serve on the board of trustees. In her freshman year in college, she met the writer J.D. Salinger at a tea. Salinger, 30, offered her a ride home. The two were soon dating, and then engaged. 

“We all worked in the theater department,” said a friend, Penelope Hall, “and he was always around. We would want to go to the local greasy spoon. He had this little car, and we would all pile in, much to his horror.”

She eventually broke off the engagement, however, and drove cross-country to California after graduation, intent on pursuing an acting career. Landing in San Francisco, she took a job as an EKG technician at the University of California San Francisco Medical Center, where she met a young doctor, James Ryan, whom she would eventually marry in 1960. The couple’s first date was an overnight trip to Slate’s Hot Springs in Big Sur. This made such an impression that they returned to spend summers there in the late 1960s, befriending their neighbors, including the writer Henry Miller, with whom she developed a regular table tennis game. 

The couple returned east to New York in 1958, and Ms. Ryan attended the Neighborhood Playhouse acting school, but the arrival of two sons in the late 1960s complicated her acting plans. By then, however, she had discovered painting, which would become her lifelong passion. 

Over 50 years, working primarily in oil and acrylic on canvas, she developed a style marked by abstract landscapes done in warm colors, often featuring dreamlike objects or creatures. She worked mostly out of a 900-square-foot studio on East 75th Street, originally rented for $250 — a rent that went up very little over the years.

“We went to see our landlord, Mr. Cardon, toward the end,” recalled Faith Stern, her studio mate. “When we left, she kissed him on the cheek. He was just madly in love with her.”

She showed her work infrequently, though her paintings were well received by the critics and buyers. She was a regular at annual Guild Hall Artist Members Exhibition, and in group shows at Ashawagh Hall in Springs. 

“She painted for herself,” said Barbara Groot, one of four women artists who met in the early-1970s classes of the Hungarian artist Victor Candell, and who showed their work together over the years. “Her work was really personal. It was so much her — perhaps more than the rest of us.”

The Ryans first arrived in East Hampton in 1966, joining the Maidstone Club and purchasing a summer house on Dunemere Lane. When the couple separated in the early 1970s, however, Ms. Ryan rented cottages in Sagaponack and Springs, and then began looking for something small of her own. She found something big: an out-of-use 19-acre former summer camp along the water at the very end of Fireplace Road, being sold in two parcels. Captivated by the possibilities, she risked her financial stability to buy the whole property, closing on the second parcel in 1979. It was a prescient bet, paying off not just financially, but opening a whole new chapter in her life. Under Ms. Ryan, the property became host again to farmers and campers, as well as a steady parade of weddings and other events of family, friends, and neighbors. 

Paul Hamilton, founder of the Springs Farmers Market, has farmed the land off and on since the early 1990s, first with Quail Hill Farm, and then on his own. He remembers discussing his vision with Ms. Ryan. “She listened, and then she just said, ‘Sure. Have at it.’ It was a handshake. Old style.” 

“She was extremely generous,” said Lisa Tanzman, founder of Camp Erutan, which began running a program on the property in 1993 providing a country getaway for kids caught in the New York City foster care system. “She was a gazzillionnaire in the karma bank.”

In recent years, the property has also hosted a summer camp run by the Our Sons and Daughters School of Sag Harbor. One thing the property hasn’t hosted: new houses. Ms. Ryan granted much of the development rights to the Peconic Land Trust in 1996, and the property remains open, and largely wild. 

“In many ways she was a mentor to me,” said Idoline Duke, who married her husband, Biddle, on the property. “Showing me how to live authentically among all the trappings of privilege in this place we all call home.”

Ms. Ryan had split her time between East Hampton and New York until 2014, when she moved to Springs full time. In the city, she is remembered as the longtime president of her block association, which she co-founded. “The block association became a popular thing,” said Jim Levett, a neighbor. “It was Mary who gave it its character. She had all of these wonderful people that really, really like her, and she really liked them.”

While she never remarried, Ms. Ryan had two long-term relationships, including more than 20 years with John DePoo, a well-known raconteur of East Hampton and Florida, and Chester Hopkins, with whom she lived for 14 years in New York and Springs. 

In recent years, her health had been fading. She suffered from chronic nausea since 2014, and was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 2016. Though frail, she continued to love the summer in Springs, and managed to hang on for one more. She developed a cold the day after Labor Day, and died at home of pneumonia just a few weeks later. 

She is survived by her two sons, Maxwell Ryan and Oliver Ryan, both of New York, and two granddaughters. She was cremated and the family intends to scatter her ashes on her land. Camp Erutan has established the Mary Bayes Ryan Scholarship Fund, which will support the purchase of art supplies for campers, not just during camp sessions but whenever and wherever they are.

Frederick Rutledge Smith, an adventurer, sportsman, and a founding editor of Sports Illustrated, died at his Wainscott home on Dec. 14. He was 93 and had been in declining health for some time. 

Mr. Smith created Sports Illustrated’s first swimsuit issue in 1964, a position that enabled him to raise the profiles of up-and-coming models such as Christie Brinkley. A pilot in the Army Air Corps during World War II stationed in this country, he learned to do a loop-the-loop in a Stearman open-cockpit biplane. 

After the war, he moved to New York, where, decades later, he met Robert Schaeffer, the man he would marry in 2001. Before moving to Wainscott, he had rented a house in Sagaponack and lived in Los Angeles, 

Mr. Smith learned to ski at Sugar Bush, Vt., and had traveled the world to the most challenging slopes, among them in the Alps and at Aspen and Squaw Valley. He particularly loved Les Trois Vallées in France, where he would take a turboprop plane to ski on a glacier. A world traveler, he crossed Lake Titicaca on a steamboat, crossed the Andes by train, and visited Fiji, Tahiti, and Bora Bora, where he went scuba diving and scouted exotic locations, to which he eventually returned to supervise shoots by photographers such as Peter Beard, Ernst Haas, and Gordon Parks for the magazine. He also curated a Museum of Modern Art exhibition of sporting equipment.

Early in his publishing career, Mr. Smith worked for the Book of the Month Club and for True, a men’s magazine, for which he persuaded Polly Adler, an infamous New York madam, to sell him the condensation rights to her autobiography. He thought of it as his biggest coup. 

Rising through the ranks of publishing, he became editor-in-chief of American Home magazine and then president and editorial director of East/West Network, a now-defunct series of in-flight magazines, which he helped create and from which he retired in 1990. In retirement, he wrote about sports, travel, and design for such magazines as Town and Country and Ski.

At 84, Mr. Smith wrote and published “The Road to Wainscott,” a book that described his life, beginning with his childhood in Tuscaloosa, Ala., where he grew up on a farm during the Great Depression. He received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the University of Alabama, and while in college took a creative writing course with Harper Lee. 

Over the years, Mr. Smith developed a wide circle of friends that included writers, artists, fashion celebrities such as Coco Chanel, actors such as Olivia de Havilland, and Jean-Claude Killy, the French skier.

 He also became an accomplished watercolor artist, and into his 90s showed still life and landscape paintings at the Artist Members Exhibition at Guild Hall and at the libraries in Amagansett and East Hampton. 

He was a member of St. Ann’s Episcopal Church in Bridgehampton, for which he helped conceive a columbarium, where his ashes will be laid to rest. 

Born on April 5, 1925, in Montgomery, Ala., to the former Mary Burton Matthews and Frederick Rutledge Smith, his family roots extended to Charleston, S.C., where three of his ancestors were signers of the Declaration of Independence. 

He is survived by his husband, a sister, Burton Harris of Louisville, Ky., and five nieces and two nephews.  

A memorial service will be held at St. Ann’s Episcopal Church in Bridgehampton at a date to be determined. The family has suggested donations to East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978.

Sarah Jane Leddy Spell, who grew up in East Hampton and had worked at the Montauk Downs Golf Club and the Biltmore Hotel in Manhattan, died on Saturday at home in Apopka, Fla. She was 81 and had cancer for a year, her family said. 

Ms. Spell, who was called Jane, moved to Florida in 1957 but kept in touch with many friends in East Hampton and Montauk. When she lived in New York City, she was a hand model for the Coral Jewelry Company and a banquet coordinator for the Biltmore. 

She and James Whitfield Spell Sr. met when he was stationed at Montauk with the Air Force. They were married on July 9, 1957, and had celebrated 61 years of marriage. They raised four children. Her family said that during her marriage she became a full-time homemaker, a Girl Scout leader, and often helped others. She loved to bake, make flower arrangements, and do arts and crafts, they said. 

She was born on April 28, 1937, in Southampton to Walter Joseph Leddy and the former Rosemary Miller. She graduated in 1955 from East Hampton High School and went on to Becker Junior College in Worcester, Mass., where she majored in merchandising. She then returned to East Hampton and worked at the gift shop at Montauk Downs, where her father, who was known as Bumps, worked as a golf pro and her mother as manager. 

Ms. Spell attended Catholic and Baptist churches during her lifetime and taught Sunday school and vacation Bible school. She was a member of Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton. 

She is survived by her husband and children, Julia Spell of Arcadia, Fla., Jimmy W. Spell Jr. and Walter Randall Spell, both of Kissimmee, Fla., and Kimberly Rose Spell of Longwood, Fla., as well as three grandchildren. 

Also surviving are a brother, Walter (Bradley) Leddy of Palm Beach Gardens, Fla., and a sister, Susan Leddy Iddy of Palm Beach. 

A celebration of her life was to be held at the Highland Funeral Home and Memory Gardens in Apopka  at 11 a.m. today. Memorial donations have been suggested to Hospice of the Comforter, 480 West Central Parkway, Altamonte Springs, Fla. 32714. Condolences may be sent to Jim and Jane Spell, 1585 Majestic Oak Drive, Apopka, Fla. 32712.

Visiting hours for Rose Tekulsky of East Hampton will be held tonight from 6 to 8 at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in East Hampton. Mrs. Tekulsky, who was 94, died on Friday at the Hamptons Center for Rehabilitation and Nursing in Southampton. An obituary will appear in a future issue.

Jay P. Jarboe, who was a pilot for the heavy metal bands Motley Crue and Def Leppard and later for commercial airlines, died of a cardiac aneurysm in Naples, Fla., on Dec. 14. A frequent visitor to Montauk, he was 64. 

Mr. Jarboe was known, his family said, for a keen and curious mind, an extraordinary and self-deprecating sense of humor, a knack for telling enthralling stories about his life, and for his favorite expression, “Who loves ya?”  

Born on April 27, 1954, to the former Edna Steen and Jay Jarboe, he and his family lived abroad, in Turkey and African countries, before settling in Wantagh. While attending the hamlet’s high school, he and Linda Burkhardt, who became his longtime partner, began dating. 

Having inherited his father’s passion for flying, he graduated from the Academy of Aviation in Farmingdale and also received a bachelor’s degree from Dowling College.

During the 1980s, he piloted charter flights for Motley Crue and Def Leppard after members of his wide circle of friends, some of whom were the bands’ managers, recommended him for the job. He began his more than 35-year commercial career by flying single-engine planes for P.B.A. Airlines, which serviced Provincetown, Mass. He remained with the commuter airline after it was bought by Continental and then United Airlines, eventually working his way up to piloting Boeing 777s. 

His full-time residence was in Naples, but during his frequent trips to visit Ms. Burkhardt, he would spend many days on his boat, fishing off Montauk Point. His family said he also loved to ski and had moved out West in the 1970s to become, as he termed it, “a Colorado hippie.” He had also lived in Provincetown, Brightwaters, N.Y., and Cape Elizabeth, Me.

Linda Burkhardt of Montauk survives him, as does a stepdaughter, Lea Burkhardt Winkler of New York and Montauk. A brother, Charlie Jarboe, died before him. 

A memorial service will be held on May 4 at the Montauk Lake Club. 

Florence Stoll, with her husband, Bernard Stoll, visited the East End in the 1950s, fell in love with Amagansett, and, in 1968, built one of the first houses in the dunes, on Marine Boulevard. It was their summer home from April through mid-October until 2010. Mrs. Stoll died of complications from an impact injury sustained at her Manhattan home on Nov. 26. She was 93, and had been ill for eight weeks. 

She lived at their Marine Boulevard house in the warmer months, entertaining at poolside barbecues and bonfire picnics on the nearby beach. Mrs. Stoll was a welcoming host, said Rand Stoll, her son, and “she always presented herself with a timeless flair.” Mr. Stoll is now 97 years old.

In Manhattan, Mrs. Stoll took full advantage of  cultural and sporting events, attending everything from Broadway shows to museum openings to hockey games at Madison Square Garden. She made time every day to read The New York Times from cover to cover, he said, and was an ardent fan of the New York Rangers, the Giants, and the Yankees. She also loved to garden and was a member of the National Council of Jewish Women. 

Known as Flo, she was born on June 13, 1925, in Jamaica Estates, Queens, to the former Bess Pearlmutter and Sam Schatz. After growing up and graduating from high school in the borough, she attended Hunter College. 

A nature and wildlife lover, she was a supporter of the Peconic Land Trust and a member of Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett for 27 years, and never considered her day complete without taking a walk on the ocean beach at Napeague, her son said.

In addition to her 97-year-old husband and son Rand, of Amagansett and New York, Mrs. Stoll is survived by her son Doug Stoll of Los Angeles, and three grandchildren. 

A celebration of her life was held on Nov. 29 at the Riverside Memorial Chapel in Manhattan. Her ashes are to be dispersed at a future date in the ocean at Amagansett.

James Oxnam died on Dec. 5 at Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan where he had been treated in the last few weeks for the sudden onset of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. He was 86 and had been healthy, active, and engaged until then, his friends said.

Mr. Oxnam first worked in advertising in Manhattan. A friend introduced him to East Hampton in the 1970s, and he had a second career here in real estate, culminating as a “treasured member of the sales team” at Brown Harris Stevens, his friends said.

In New York City, he was an account executive with the L.W. Frohlich Agency, then for 13 years with the Professional Services Department of Hoffmann-La Roche, and finally director of professional and educational services at the Sudler and Hennessey agency, a health-care communications firm and division of Young and Rubicam, where he rose to executive vice president before retiring. He had a bachelor’s degree in pharmacology and also worked on a master’s degree in health care communication.

Mr. Oxnam had been “remarkably active,” his friends said, in nonprofits in New York City and Palm Beach, Fla., where he spent winters, as well as East Hampton. He was a founding member of Associates for the Print Collection at the Museum of Modern Art in the city and a longtime trustee of the East Hampton Historical Society, serving for many years as chairman of its fund-raising house and garden tour. He also was co-chairman of a benefit celebration for the 100th anniversary of the Amagansett Library.

His friends called him “a fixture on the social, charitable, and philanthropic scene, wherever he went, bringing good will and an infectious sense of humor to every gathering.”

He belonged to the Bath and Tennis Club in Palm Beach, the Union Club in Manhattan, and the Devon Yacht Club in Amagansett. He was a Mason with the Holland Lodge in New York City for more than 50 years. 

In Palm Beach, he was active in the Society of Four Arts. He had a large art collection and was particularly interested in architecture, contemporary prints, and drawings. He loved discussing interior decorating and local real estate.

He was born in LaSalle, Ill., on May 3, 1932, the only child of Gordon Oxnam, who was from Cornwall, England, and Gertrude Hale Oxnam. He grew up in LaSalle, graduating from LaSalle Academy and going on to graduate from Drake University in Des Moines, Iowa, with a pharmacology degree. He also served as director of the Drug Information Center at the University of Illinois Hospital.

He had been in the Army, stationed at Tripler Army Hospital in Oahu, Hawaii, for two years between December 1954 and December 1956.

He is survived by eight second and third cousins, who live in California, Oklahoma, and Texas. “He was very stoic at times, and a tremendously dear man . . . a pleasure to know and deal with,” said Robert White, who was his accountant for more than 30 years.

Mr. Oxnam was cremated. His ashes will be placed in the memorial garden at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church here, where the Very Rev. Denis C. Brunelle will say a Mass on Saturday at 11 a.m.

Memorial donations have been suggested for the East Hampton Historical Society, 101 Main Street, East Hampton 11937.

Laurel Planz made her living as a bookkeeper but loved nothing more than using her time away from work to explore the beaches and woods on the East End with her son, Joshua, when he was young. Together they loved hiking, combing the shoreline for beach glass and driftwood, and learning about nature. They also actively participated in 4-H, with which Ms. Planz had a local leadership position.

“She was a devoted mother,” her son said, “and she never stopped being that way her entire life. When I was a kid, we’d find all kinds of cool things at the beach and make sculptures out of them. Fresh Pond, that was definitely our number-one spot. She also did a lot of arts and crafts with me. And we’d go trailblazing sometimes, looking for wildlife.” He said she “was a terrific mother.”

Ms. Planz, 55, died at home in East Hampton on Dec. 2 after a two-week bout of flu. She was cremated. 

She was born on March 11, 1963, in Sylva, N.C., to the late Doris Sommers Planz and Allen Planz, a Pushcart Prize-winning poet. She is survived by her son, who lives in Brooklyn, and a sister, Jody Day Planz of Danville, Pa.

In lieu of a funeral service, Mr. Planz said he plans to commemorate his mother at every local beach that held a special place in their hearts. Those who would like to participate have been asked to send an email to [email protected].