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The Southampton College Class of 1974 gathered at Dockers in East Quogue on Saturday evening to celebrate their 50th reunion. Joining the Alumni was Tim Bishop, who was Admissions Counselor in 1974 and went on to become Provost of the college from 1986 to 2002. DANA SHAW

The Southampton College Class of 1974 gathered at Dockers in East Quogue on Saturday evening to celebrate their 50th reunion. Joining the Alumni was Tim Bishop, who was Admissions Counselor in 1974 and went on to become Provost of the college from 1986 to 2002. DANA SHAW

On September 12 representatives from the East End Fund for Children and state and local officials gathered at Citarella in Bridgehampton as owner Joe Gurrera presented a check to the organization for $126,680.32, proceeds from Citarella's 2024 summer fundraising campaign. Shoppers at each of the gourmet markets three East End locations were encouraged to donate at the time of their purchase. RICHARD LEWIN

On September 12 representatives from the East End Fund for Children and state and local officials gathered at Citarella in Bridgehampton as owner Joe Gurrera presented a check to the organization for $126,680.32, proceeds from Citarella's 2024 summer fundraising campaign. Shoppers at each of the gourmet markets three East End locations were encouraged to donate at the time of their purchase. RICHARD LEWIN

Old Whalers’ Church joined the HarborFest with a church tour, an organ demonstration, and an 1844 like service with local folks dressing up and participating in a historic telling of the churches history. From left, David Cummings, Bonnie Lowe Wingate Jackson, Bethany Deyermon, Deanna Lattanzio, Jack Youngs, and, in back, Nancy Remkus. COURTESY OLD WHALERS' CHURCH

Old Whalers’ Church joined the HarborFest with a church tour, an organ demonstration, and an 1844 like service with local folks dressing up and participating in a historic telling of the churches history. From left, David Cummings, Bonnie Lowe Wingate Jackson, Bethany Deyermon, Deanna Lattanzio, Jack Youngs, and, in back, Nancy Remkus. COURTESY OLD WHALERS' CHURCH

Beekeeper Mary Woltz of the Bees Needs spoke about bees and beekeeping on Saturday morning at Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett followed by a demonstration. RICHARD LEWIN

Beekeeper Mary Woltz of the Bees Needs spoke about bees and beekeeping on Saturday morning at Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett followed by a demonstration. RICHARD LEWIN

Beekeeper Mary Woltz of the Bees Needs spoke about bees and beekeeping on Saturday morning at Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett followed by a demonstration. RICHARD LEWIN

Beekeeper Mary Woltz of the Bees Needs spoke about bees and beekeeping on Saturday morning at Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett followed by a demonstration. RICHARD LEWIN

Beekeeper Mary Woltz of the Bees Needs spoke about bees and beekeeping on Saturday morning at Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett followed by a demonstration. RICHARD LEWIN

Beekeeper Mary Woltz of the Bees Needs spoke about bees and beekeeping on Saturday morning at Quail Hill Farm in Amagansett followed by a demonstration. RICHARD LEWIN

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