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John Philip Scamman

May 22, 1952 ~ July 24, 2025

Born in: Biddeford, Maine
Resided in: North Yarmouth, Maine

John Philip Scamman, MD , North Yarmouth, 73, died July 24, 2025 in the quiet of his home.

He was born in Biddeford on May 22, 1952, the son of Philip and Vera Scamman. John spent his first years in Saco before the family moved to Cape Elizabeth. His childhood summers were spent in Raymond at the family camp on Sebago Lake.

John attended Hebron Academy graduating in class of 1970. In 1974 he earned his BA in Biochemical Sciences from Harvard University and continued his education at the University of Vermont College of Medicine, earning a Doctor of Medicine degree in 1978.

He completed his medical education at the University of Wisconsin in Madison in the field of Psychology in 1982. He returned to Maine in 1983 to set up private practice in Portland and remained there throughout the entirety of his professional career, retiring in 2020.

John is predeceased by his wife of 17 years, Nancy M Cray, whom he wed in 1985. They began raising two sons, Nicholas and Wyler “Bear” in Scarborough before moving to Falmouth Foreside. John was a devoted husband and father. He enjoyed traveling as a family to many places in the US and Europe. Many memorable summer vacations were spent with family on Fire Island and with friends in Boothby.

John was a very active person and played hockey weekly with a league spanning many years. He began curling after attending a learn to curl event and was hooked at the first throw of the stone. He joined the Pine Tree Curling club and was the skip for his team, “The Spin Doctors”. He was so enthusiastic about curling that he would join a team and attend bonspiels in different New England states. He later took up pickleball, playing at the North Yarmouth Community Center and on outdoor courts in Yarmouth.

He enjoyed a good game of bridge, hearts or chess, introducing the games to his sons and friends. The house was often occupied with them all huddling around the card table for hours. Often, he would arrange a Saturday bridge game with his friends and played both chess and bridge online.

John became interested in model rocketry at a young age. When his sons were young, he helped build rockets with them and enjoyed flying the rockets with their friends. In his 60’s he took it up seriously for himself, building much larger and more detailed rockets. He attained a Level 2 classification with his largest rocket “Orion” that was greater than 13 feet tall. On weekends he would be off with his friends, Jim and Liz, whenever there was an opportunity to fly.

John enjoyed traveling, which began in his teenage years when he went to Europe with his friend Steve. After finishing his medical residency, he took a year to travel solo with a backpack throughout Asia and Europe. In China, he connected with his brother, Charlie, and then his mother and Aunt Helen in France. He continued taking family trips in the US, Europe and a most memorable one with his sons and John Cray “Grampa” in Australia. He joined his sons in Oregon for the total solar eclipse of 2017, extending his trip exploring National Parks in that area with them.

In the past 20 years, he and his partner Nancy Jane travelled to different cities and towns through Europe to explore the many Gothic cathedrals and vineyards. They also explored the Mayan ruins, and hiked in Germany, Switzerland, National Parks in Utah, Canadian Rockies, and the Langtang Region of Nepal.

Interest in exploring the woodland and mountain trails was rekindled and they hiked many trails through the White Mountains, Acadia National Park, and local Maine state parks. Most notably were the many backpacking and camping trips in Baxter State Park that they shared with fellow hiking friends.

He enjoyed his last trip to Yellowstone with his brother and his sister-in-law Petra.

John always carried his camera with him on trips and to family events. He had an interest in capturing interesting features in the architecture of structures, landscapes, and nature.

Of all of John’s interests, his greatest passion was wine. He had extensive knowledge of the regions of France, Germany, and Portugal. Always enthusiastic about sharing his wine, John would bring wine to every opportunity possible. Sharing the experience of tasting a fine aged wine brought him great enjoyment. He eagerly provided information about the wine and the region of its origin, the importance of age and how to properly enjoy it through tasting and paring. His most enjoyable parings were Maine Lobster with French Sauterne and Portuguese Vintage Port with dark chocolate. However, John always remarked that it was about the people that shared the wine and the location where it happened that brought out the best in the wine. Memorable places included summer evening in Boothby, winters at Sugarloaf, springtime in Aspen, dinner tables and picnic tables on islands, campsites and backyards. All with family, old friends and new.

He is survived by his partner; Nancy Jane Clark; sons, Wyler “Bear”, and Nicholas, and his wife, Joanna Perey and his brother Charles and sister-in-law Petra. He is predeceased by his parents and his wife, Nancy Margaret Cray.

Dr. John Scamman will be remembered for his love for family, sharp mind, dry wit, thirst for learning and compassion for those whose lives he touched and helped throughout his life.

A Celebration of Life will be held October 18, 2025, gathering at 10:00am with a memorial presentation starting at 11 a.m. at the Purpoodock Club, Cape Elizabeth, with burial to follow at Laurel Hill Cemetery, Saco. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation in John’s name to the Salvation Army or a charity of your choice.

Services

Celebration Gathering: Saturday, October 18, 2025 10:00 am

Purpoodock Club
300 Spurwink Ave
Cape Elizabeth, Maine


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  1. John taught me to play chess as well as I do, he taught me what I know about wine, he took pictures we still cherish of us and our family. He was a gentleman in every way. He gave me a thrilling ride in his Porsche that was only equalled recently when my grandson did the same. I met him in 1962, and consider my life much improved as a result. -Peter Nielsen

  2. Beloved roommate and friend from the first days at Harvard 55 years ago. So grateful for the love and care Nancy gave to John during all their years together and at the end.

  3. John was such a gentle, caring friend to me since our days in Adams House at Harvard, beginning in 1971. Plus he gave me the most magnificent sips of his rare bottle of Sauterne that he had purchased decades before. I have vivid memories of him looking very snazzy in a tuxedo at dear friends’ 25th wedding anniversary celebration in Boston. Wonderful to be with him at our 45th Harvard/Radcliffe reunion.

  4. For John and the beloved community to whom he was so important; to Nancy and the devotion she so courageously displayed; and to the life we lived together for decades and decades; we live in grace.

  5. John brought happiness into this world. Whether treating patients or engaging with friends he always brought a calm demeanor. He introduced me to wine back in 1982 when he called up asking, “Hey Rick, what do you know about wine futures?” From our experiences as roommates freshman and sophomore years (starting 55 years ago!), the Adams House pool, going to the Harvard ski lodge up 93 in the dead of night in his 280SL at 105mph and being passed by Bruns doing 130mph, to innumuerable New Year’s parties, to drinking an extraordinary Ychem with lobster on the deck of the lobster shack in Maine, John always lived life to the fullest. I feel so lucky to have been randomly assigned to be his roommate freshman year because it led to a lifelong friendship. Here’s to you John!

  6. I have known John for only about a decade, but he was one of my favorite human beings on the planet. I met him in April 2015 at a learn-to-curl taught by our soon to be friend Dianne Ballon, and we became instant friends that September when we began playing with our team which would very soon be called the Spin Doctors. We started at the same level but I soon learned that John would surpass my knowledge on the ice, as he began learning what it was to ‘call the ice’ before many people even knew that was a thing.

    We spent years on the ice together and the two of us ended up taking over the strategy of the team after 2 or 3 years, frustrating other teams with how long we would take discussing what shot to take and always being the last team on the ice, completely messing with other team’s minds.

    Our last fall on the ice together, I wasn’t quite sure if he had lost something or if I had just learned enough from him that I had started second guessing his shot calling. I should have known better, because he was, and will always be, the Ice Doctor. Things have, and never will be, the same without you, my friend. I will miss you til the end of my days 🙁

  7. Met John via his love of great wines. An extraordinaire human who did so much gentle good for those around him.

    Travel well into the Spirit and Rest Well.
    Namaste,
    Cat

  8. When the Pine Tree Curling Club opened over 10 years ago, they held a series of learn-to-curls, where people could try out and learn the sport. I was one of the instructors. That’s how I met John. That day, I taught both John and Dave Peterson how to curl. They took to the sport so well, that I asked them to be on my team. Dave named our team Spin Doctors. And we had been playing as a team for over 10 years.

    John was known for his meticulous “reading of the ice.” He was not only the Doc on our team, but the Ice Doctor. He was able to read all the significant and subtle changes in the ice over the course of a game, and call the shots accordingly. He would signal to us from across the ice, with his thin, 6-foot frame, arms out like a scarecrow and tipping like a Cessna. And we would know that the ice had a steep slope to the left. We loved his quiet sense of humor. “Knowing the ice” could not make a game, but certainly could break it.

    We used to sit on the bleachers after a game trying to figure out — why we got creamed, how we narrowly won or best yet, how we worked like clockwork as a team for the win.

    We had a curling stone etched in John’s name. And now in a game, Dave and I will touch John’s stone with our broom– particularly, if we find ourselves in need of a few more points. You will always be with us.

    Thank you John for your friendship, and for guiding us all those years in the sport we love.


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