Denyse E. Reid, who aided the allied forces in Belgium during World War II and was a community activist after settling in Princeton, N.J., in 1955, died on Nov. 14 at the Acorn Glen Assisted Living Facility in Princeton, where she had lived for eight years.

Mrs. Reid often said her favorite memories of the war were seeing the Belgian flag flying for the first time on a British tank rolling down one of Brussels’ main boulevards after five years of German occupation, and answering the door at home after the liberation to find her father standing there.  

She was born in Brussels in 1922 to the former Germaine Gontier and Jacques Van Hove, a career soldier who eventually became a colonel in the King’s Regiment in Belgium, having survived five years in a prison camp. She studied clothes design in Brussels before and during the war.

Mrs. Reid met her American-born husband, John Reid, at an officer’s club in Brussels two months before the Battle of the Bulge. He was at the time an air aide to the Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force, which Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower commanded throughout the war. He and Mrs. Reid, who spoke perfect English, talked over dinner, and the attraction was instant, her family said.

“The next day they went dancing, and my father visited her every day at their home right in the middle of Brussels after that,” said Mrs. Reid’s eldest son, Archibald Reid. “My mother always laughed and said he had two things they hadn’t seen in years: He had Life Buoy soap. They had no soap during the war, except this lye and tallow soap that was awful. And he had cans of fruit cocktail. They couldn’t believe it. They hadn’t seen any fruit in five years, either.”

Mr. and Mrs. Reid were married on July 24, 1949, and lived in Charlotte, N.C., and East Hampton, where their two children spent every summer, as Mr. Reid had as a child, then settling in Princeton. 

There, Mrs. Reid was active as the chairwoman of several international festivals, and as a forceful environmental advocate. Her family said she became known in Princeton as “The Sewer Lady” after her knowledge of the Federal Clean Water Act prompted her to serve for many years on a site plan review advisory committee, which helped establish a regional sewage plant.

In East Hampton, where she lived on Egypt Lane, Mrs. Reid was a member of the Maidstone Club and Ladies Village Improvement Society and enjoyed long days at the beach with her children, grandchildren, and friends. She was also a patron of a composer and several local artists.

She was predeceased by her husband, who died on Dec. 19, 1990, and a daughter, Anne Denyse Reid, who died in 1976. She is survived by her sons, John Reid of East Hampton and Archibald Reid of Princeton, and by two grandsons, William Howell Reid and John Reid, who spent summer breaks visiting his grandmother at Acorn Glen to read to her.

One of Mrs. Reid’s final acts of public service was donating her body to Robert Wood Johnson Hospital in Brunswick, N.J., for medical research. She will eventually be cremated, and the ashes will be returned to her family.

Joan Alice Croan of Sag Harbor, a real estate broker, died on Nov. 9 at the Hamptons Center for Rehabilitation and Nursing in Southampton. She was 89 and had been in failing health.

As a young woman, Ms. Croan lived through the blitz of London in World War II before emigrating with two children, Louise Strada Grinsell and Michael Strada, to this country in 1953 on the S.S. Flandre. She became a sewing teacher for the Singer Sewing Machine Company in Westbury and later privately in Sag Harbor, where, in the 1970s, she met and married Peter Croan, known as Jerry, who survives.

She was born in Baldock, Hertsfordshire, England, on Oct. 15, 1929, the daughter of Reginald Close and the former Gladys Geary. She grew up there and excelled at competitive swimming  while at school, winning many country and regional trophies.

According to Joanne Shumski of Sag Harbor, her third child, her mother was most proud of her career in real estate. She worked at one time for Meadow Realty in Southampton and for Corcoran, Prudential, and Brown Harris Stevens, from which she retired in 2010.

When she was not working or spending time with her family, Ms. Croan loved to garden in Sag Harbor, where she “brought a little bit of Merry Old England in creating the quintessential English garden at their home,” her daughter said. She also had an extreme love of Noyac Bay and the nature surrounding it.

Ms. Grinsell, who lives in Yaphank, survives, as does Ms. Shumski, Timothy M. Croan, her late husband's son, and two grandchildren. Her son, Michael Strada, died as an adolescent.

Ms. Croan wished there to be a celebration of life party after her death. Accordingly, the family will receive visitors at the Yardley and Pino Funeral Home in Sag Harbor from 2 to 4 p.m. on Sunday, followed by a  cocktail party at Ms. Shumski’s house.

The family has welcomed memorial plants and flowers, and it has been suggested that donations in her name be made to the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons, P.O. Box 901, Wainscott 11975.

Ms. Shumski said friends would remember her mother as “an elegant, smart, classy woman.”

Joan T. Card, a lifelong resident of Amagansett and East Hampton, who was said to delight in local seafood, including lobster, scallops, and clams, died of pulmonary disease at her home in East Hampton on Nov. 11. She was 86. 

Born on Feb. 9, 1932, in Southampton to the former Elizabeth Casey and Leonard Scott, Ms. Card grew up on Oak Lane in Amagansett and attended the hamlet’s grade school, where her father was custodian, and then East Hampton High School. She worked as a waitress at Ma Bergman’s red-sauce  Italian restaurant in East Hampton, where Nick and Toni’s is today, and the former Sonny’s Diner in Amagansett. Her mother had been a cook at the Dennistoun Bell estate in Amagansett. 

In 1962, she married Robert Card, who died in 2008. The couple, who had four children, enjoyed camping in the Pennsylvania mountains. Ms. Card also

loved country and western music.

Her brother, Thomas Scott of Amagansett, and her children, Barbara Trebowski of Fort Myers, Fla., and Colleen Fennell and Douglas Card, both of East Hampton, survive, as do nine grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and 15 nieces and nephews. A son, Robbie Card, died before her, as did a sister, Gail Weaver.

Ms. Card was buried at Cedar Lawn Cemetery in East Hampton. A memorial service will be held in May. The family has suggested contributions to East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1048, Westhampton Beach 11978.

Paul Moss, who got a job in his late 20s at the Control Corporation, a company that made custom precision parts, and worked his way up to become president, died of congestive heart failure at his Accabonac Road home in East Hampton on Nov. 9. He was 90 and had been ill for six months. 

Born on Feb. 25, 1928, in Brooklyn to the former Hannah Seidman and Aaron Moskowitz, he spent his formative years in the borough and attended Midwood High School. In 1946, he joined the Navy and served in Puerto Rico and Cuba. He subsequently graduated from New York University with a Bachelor of Arts degree.  

Mr. Moss and his wife, the former Abigail Wender, to whom he was married in 1956, lived in Hewlett for 50 years. After renting a series of summer houses in East Hampton, they bought a house here in the late ’70s. After her death, in 2011, and his retirement, he moved here full time, remaining active by playing tennis, doing woodworking, and making stained glass. 

He is survived by two sons, Adam Moss of New York City and Daniel Moss of Boston, and by his partner, Joan Baum of East Hampton. Two grandchildren also survive.

Elizabeth Vogt Rossuck of East Hampton, a longtime parishioner, ruling elder, and clerk of session at the Amagansett Presbyterian Church, died on Oct. 22 at Southampton Hospital. She was 82 and had been in increasingly frail health for the past few months.

Ms. Rossuck, who came to East Hampton initially to visit an aunt and uncle, the late Mary and Alexander Vogt, had a number of interests, including theater and the ballet. She enjoyed reading biographies and attending performances by the Choral Society of the Hamptons, and loved animals. Over the years, she adopted many dogs from the Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons.

She was born on July 29, 1936, in Flushing, Queens, the only child of Albert C. Vogt and the former Eleanor McGee. She grew up there and in Bayside Gables, a neighborhood of Flushing, graduating in 1954 from the Knox School in Cooperstown, N.Y. She went on to Pine Manor Junior College, which in the year of her graduation, 1956, was still on the Wellesley campus in Massachusetts. A year later Ms. Rossuck completed a course at the Berkeley Secretarial School in Manhattan.

She was an executive secretary at McCann-Erickson and also at Ted Bates Advertising in Manhattan. 

She and Louis A. Rossuck married on April 30, 1966, at Sacred Heart Church in Bayside. From 1969 to 1972 she volunteered at the New York Foundling Hospital in Manhattan, and later at the Long Island Association for AIDS Care. Her husband died on Christmas Eve, 1991, after which she joined the church in Amagansett, which, she told an acquaintance, had received her warmly and offered much comfort in the weeks and months after her husband’s death.

In addition to her duties at the church, which included membership on its records and oversight committee, she served from 2001 to 2004 as chairwoman of the Long Island Presbytery.

The Rev. Donald P. Hammond, minister of the Amagansett Presbyterian Church, prepared her obituary for The Star. There are no survivors, he wrote, “but she leaves many dear friends.” 

Mr. Hammond will officiate there at her funeral, tomorrow at 5 p.m., along with Robert B. Stuart, the church’s pastor emeritus. Burial will be at a family plot at Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Valhalla, N.Y.

Memorial donations may be dir­ected to the Amagansett Presbyterian Church, P.O. Box 764, Amagansett 11930.

When Ann M. McKinstry and her family left the city to spend time at their house in East Hampton, one of the things she enjoyed most here was catching up with the news in The East Hampton Star, which she might have missed during the workweek back in Yonkers, N.Y. And when winter arrived and their visits were less frequent, Ms. McKinstry simply had the newspaper forwarded to her. “She always knew everything that was going on — to her it was the bible,” her son, Gerald C. McKinstry Jr., said. 

Ms. McKinstry died on Oct. 23, 2018, at the Sarah Neuman Home in Mamaroneck, N.Y., from complications of a stroke at the age of 80. She had been married for 45 years to Gerald C. 

McKinstry, who died in August 2013.

“The Hamptons house was such an important gathering place for our family. Both of my parents were teachers, and so we sort of grew up spending summers out there. We had barbecues all the time, and went to the beach religiously. It was said in her eulogy that we grew up thinking 4 o’clock was the perfectly normal time to go to the beach. We’d get sandwiches and go down to Indian Wells.” 

Ms. McKinstry taught at St. Barnabas High School in the Bronx for 14 years, and spent another 25 years teaching at a White Plains, N.Y., Middle School before retiring in 1996. 

She was born on Dec. 7, 1937, to John Higgins and the former Ann Keane in the Bronx. Ms. McKinstry’s forward-thinking mother, an Irish immigrant, encouraged her to be “educated and self-sufficient” and pursue a career. Ms. McKinstry listened. She graduated from the College of Mount Saint Vincent in the Bronx with a degree in education, and received a master’s degree in mathematics from Hunter College and a master’s in religious education from Fordham University.

In addition to cherishing time with her family and hosting holiday dinners, Ms. McKinstry enjoyed going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the New York City Ballet, and the New York Botanical Gardens. “She was intelligent, elegant, dignified, meticulous, and funny,” her family said.

Ms. McKinstry is survived by her children: Maureen Cheesman of Alpine, N.J., Megan Ruppenstein of Darien, Conn., Gerald C. McKinstry of Ridgefield, Conn., and seven grandchildren. Her siblings, Eileen McHugh of East Hampton and John Higgins of Fort Myers, Fla., also survive.

She was an active parishioner of Most Holy Trinity Catholic Church in East Hampton. She was buried at Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Hawthorne, N.Y., on Oct. 27 after a funeral service at St. Paul the Apostle Catholic Church in Yonkers.

Maxine Jackson “loved life,” her daughter Jill Jackson wrote. “She had great passion and warmth and loved her home, decorating, cooking, gardening, fashion, sewing, knitting, travel, music, and friends. But more than anything she loved her family, especially her children and grandchildren.” 

Mrs. Jackson, a resident of Springs-Fireplace Road in East Hampton for nearly six decades, died on Sept. 25, surrounded by family. She was 89. 

She is survived by six children: Tali Jackson of Montauk, Mark Jackson of Chicago, Jill Jackson of East Hampton, Jan Jackson of California, Joi Jackson Perle of Wainscott, and Kip Jackson of New Hampshire. Five grandchildren and four great-grandchildren also survive, as does a brother, Bernard Olff of upstate New York.

Posting on Facebook after her passing, one of her grandchildren described her as “my wonderful star of a grandmother.”

“She was kind, creative, stylish, cute, generous, and fun. A true original,” Jill Jackson wrote. “Her home had a humongous collection of angel figurines and was such a magical place to be. She will be truly, deeply missed by the many people who adored her. I can only hope to live with as much joy and heart as she did.”

Mrs. Jackson was born Maxine Wanda Olff on July 27, 1929, in Brooklyn, the eighth child of Albertus Christiaan Olff, a merchant mariner from Paramaribo, Dutch Guiana (now Suriname), and the former Amabel Estelle Kennedy of Brooklyn. She grew up in Brooklyn until her early teens, when the family moved to Cambridge, a small town upstate where she graduated from high school. In her 70s, she went back to school, and graduated from Suffolk County Community College with a degree in business.

Although she loved the country, upon graduation she moved back to the city, where she met Jack Jackson while both were employed at a doughnut-making factory. They moved to their house on Springs-Fireplace Road in East Hampton in 1961, and Mrs. Jackson lived there until her death. The couple separated in 1970; Mr. Jackson died in 2013.

Mrs. Jackson worked in a number of local stores over the years, including A Little of What You Fancy, David’s Cookies, Dandelion, the Party Store, Provisions, and Mark, Fore & Strike, as well as at the original A&P grocery store on Main Street. She was also an election poll worker.

A private service will be held early next year. 

The family has suggested contributions in her memory to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital (Maxine Jackson Memorial Fund), 501 St. Jude Place, Memphis, Tenn. 38105, or stjude.org.

Gretchen Joan Parks, a former photo editor of Cosmopolitan magazine and a cabaret dancer, died at Stony Brook Southampton Hospital following a heart attack on Sept. 28. She was 84, and had heart disease, her family said. 

“A feminist from early on, accentuated by her work at Cosmo, Gretchen was always curious about everything and saw the world through an artistic eye,” a son, Tristan Parks Bourne, said. She became the photo editor in the 1970s, at a time when Helen Gurley Brown was transforming the magazine into one for modern single women, and Ms. Parks relished being part of it, he said. 

She was born on May 24, 1934, in Los Angeles. Her parents, William Caldwell Parks and the former Frieda Rose Niller, worked for the Al G. Barnes Circus, her father as a ticket man, her mother as a bareback rider. She grew up in Redwood City, Calif., and set out on her own at 15. Settling in Las Vegas,  she worked as a dancer before moving to Chicago. There, she was one of a group known as the Chez Paree Adorables. She also worked as a dancer on television before becoming a photo assistant to Dan Wynn at Cosmo. 

While in California on a photo shoot with Mr. Wynn, she met Mel Bourne, who would become an Academy Award-nominated production designer. They were married in the early 1960s, a marriage that lasted until Mr. Bourne’s death in 2002.

It was also through Mr. Wynn, who had a house in Springs, that the couple came to buy a house on Gerard Drive. She moved to Springs full time from Riverside Drive in Manhattan after her retirement in 1986. She most recently lived on 9th Street in the hamlet.  

While she collected no formal accolades, her sons called her the “best ski mom” and remembered her for the love and attention she gave her children. “Her eccentricity blossomed toward the end of her career and continued while living on the East End,” her family said. 

In addition to Tristan Bourne of Los Angeles, she is survived by her sons Timothy Bourne of Wilmington, N.C., and Travis Bourne of East Hampton, 

as well as a granddaughter, Kasarah Bourne Weinfeld of Chicago, whom she raised. Seven other grandchildren and two great-grandchildren also survive.

A memorial service will be held in New York City in the spring. The family has said anyone with stories about her or who would like further information about the memorial can send an email to [email protected].

Her ashes will be spread on Gardiner’s Bay and in the Mojave Desert.

Marie Edwards Weber, who was born in East Hampton and lived here all her life, died in her sleep last Thursday at the Westhampton Care Center. Her family said she had been diagnosed with congestive heart failure seven years ago. She was 83.

Mrs. Weber and her husband, Gilbert A. Weber, were among the first to build a home on Northwest Landing Road, which was then populated mainly by white pine trees. Her daughter, Barbara Young of Hampton Bays, said she enjoyed working in their garden and being out on the water whenever she could. She especially loved clamming, fishing, and boating, and was an accom­plish­ed scallop-opener who would “tear through bushel after bushel of the shells after dumping them on the kitchen table,” Ms. Young said. Friends often requested that she save them some of her bread-and-butter pickles and clam chowder, just two of her specialties.

Marie Edwards Weber was born here on May 14, 1935, to Gerald E. Field and the former Clara Betkin. She graduated from East Hampton High School with the class of 1953 and later from the Southampton School of Nursing, afterward working as a registered nurse at Southampton Hospital and, later, the Huntting Lane Rest Home in East Hampton. She was active also with Ladies Auxiliary of the American Legion; the family said she enjoyed helping people.

She was married on April 15, 1954, to Mr. Weber, who survives. They had seven children, of whom five survive. In addition to Ms. Young, they are Gilbert Weber of Fort Lauderdale, Fla., William Weber of East Lyme, Conn., Thomas Weber of Flanders, and Tim Weber of East Hampton. Her youngest son, James, and elder daughter, Geraldine, died before her.

She also leaves 11 grandchildren, nine great-grandchildren, and one great-great-grandchild.

Mrs. Weber was cremated. Her ashes will be dispersed at a future date on Gardiner’s Bay.

While his driver’s license may have said Fred P. Anduze, everyone knew him as Carlos, and just about everyone seemed to know him. Dapper, fun-loving, flirtatious, and generous, Carlos Anduze was “fluent in five languages” and “played the piano like a master,” said Christian Villeneuve of Springs, one of his many good friends. 

“Carlos was a shaman, a raconteur, a true romantic, a hero in the best way the word can be used, an extraordinary athlete, strategist . . . a renaissance man,” said Nancy McKinney of Chicago, a longtime friend.

Mr. Anduze, who was 90, died at home on Woodbine Drive in Springs on Oct. 8. He had been in declining health for the past three years.

“Carlos will be greatly missed by the many people who knew him well, and also the people who just met him once, because that’s the kind of person he was,” wrote Doug Kuntz, who met him in East Hampton in the 1970s. 

“There was always a certain air of mystery around where Carlos came from and who he was before he arrived in East Hampton in the mid-1960s,” Mr. Kuntz said.

Mr. Anduze was born in Cuba on Nov. 26, 1927, to Fred Reginald Anduze and the former Celia Rico. He lived in Venezuela as a young man before immigrating in the 1950s to the United States, living first in Miami before moving to New York, where he attended Columbia University.

It was in New York that he met Willem de Kooning and de Kooning’s circle of friends. “They became inseparable,” wrote Mr. Villeneuve, the former husband of the artist’s daughter, Lisa de Kooning, who died in 2012. Mr. Anduze moved to Springs and became de Kooning’s assistant, confidant, and a loyal lifelong friend to both father and daughter. 

His devotion to the de Kooning family, including Mr. Villeneuve and his three daughters with Ms. de Kooning, “was without question the biggest part of his life,” Mr. Kuntz said. “He even cared about Lisa’s pets that included dogs, cats, birds, horses, and a pig. There was also a python snake named Delilah, but he drew the line there, refusing to get her every-other-week rat from the pet store and feed her.”

“He was her rock and foundation through all the years,” said Ms. McKinney, who was also a friend of Ms. de Kooning’s. “Unlike many who would be around the children of the rich and famous, Carlos never asked for anything. He was just there for her.” 

Though he traveled in the circles of the rich and famous, Mr. Anduze “treated everyone with equal dignity, and everyone was the same in his eyes. It didn’t matter if he was having a croissant in Paris or an egg sandwich at Brent’s,” Mr. Kuntz said. 

Mr. Anduze “looked after a lot of people,” quietly supporting them in times of trouble, said Mark Jackson, who had known him for over 50 years. “Everyone loved Carlos and he loved everybody.” 

He charmed many, loved to dance, and was “always in the company of beautiful women,” he said. 

“He loved a party, but hated it to end, and his favorite line to keep it from ending was, ‘Come on, just one more slash and then we will go,’ ” Mr. Kuntz recalled. 

He was well read and conversant in a surprising range of topics, friends said. He was a great cook, a martial artist, a skilled ice skater despite his distaste for winter, knew about herbal medicine, and was a professional-level backgammon player, Ms. McKinney said. “He was a remarkable man. . . . You couldn’t stop being amazed by him.”

“Carlos wore his life very lightly,” she said. “He shook things off and kept going.”

A service will be held on Saturday at 11 a.m. at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in East Hampton, the Rev. Leandra Lambert officiating. A celebration of his life will follow that evening from 6 to 8 at the Stephen Talkhouse in Amagansett.

Mr. Anduze was cremated. 

Friends have suggested contributions to East End Hospice, P.O. Box 1078, Westhampton Beach 11978.