Alan H. Riley

July 31, 1943 ~ December 1, 2015
Scarborough Alan H. Riley passed away peacefully at the Gosnell Hospice House on Tuesday, December 1, 2015. He was born on July 31, 1943, in Danvers, MA, a son of Henry and Mabel Riley. He was an avid football player who brought the UMaine Black Bears to the Tangerine Bowl in 65. His beloved teams included: the Iowa Hawkeyes, Notre Dame and the Patriots. He will be remembered as a loving father, brother and grandfather. He is predeceased by his sister, Karen. He is survived by his daughters, Jennifer and her husband Michael of Durham, NH and Lyndsey of Breckenridge, CO; granddaughters: Savanna and Elly; Mary, sister of Waltham, MA and Kenney, brother of Peabody, MA. Services will be held on Monday, December 14th at 3pm at the Community Church of Durham, NH. Arrangements are under the direction of the Conroy-Tully Crawford South Portland Chapel, South Portland, ME.
Enjoyed our many lunches together at Calitri’s. Go Hawkeyes
– Roger Lauzon
Rest comfortably old friend, your presence will be missed in Oniontown!
– Barry Robertson
We played football for the Danvers High Shool “Onionmen” under Glenn O’Brien in 1959…Then we became “Brothers” when he joined Sigma Chi at the University of Maine and he became a legend in House folklore. He was a key player on the Maine football team that went to the 1965 Tangerine Bowl. I’m sad he’s gone….but happy he’s pain free.My prayers go out to his extended family…He was a special man, brother, friend and teammate.Rest in peace Rigger.
– Phillip Morse
Alan, although you were a year ahead of me in High School, I still remember howfunny you were, with that beautiful smile.We did have many good times in the 60*s, and you will always be remembered as”Golden Toe Riley”, when you kicked that field goal in 1962 and we beatMarblehead. That is a date I will always remember.God Bless you Alan and rest in Peace.My condolences to your familyGod BlessBev Moustakis
– Beverly Ware Moustakis
Alan ,my friend,you will be missed—always enjoyed sharing football experiences with you–Nostalgia always trumped Father Time—RIP
– Joe Amico