Born: 17 July 1928, in Cave-in-Rock, IL
Died: 18 September 2017, in New Port Richey, FL

Jerold McDowell died peacefully at his home in New Port Richey, Florida, after a brief illness. He was attended by his wife Pat and nephew John McDowell.
He is survived by his wife of 28 years, Patricia (Oxford) McDowell; brother, James (Jewell) McDowell of Howell, Michigan; sister, Nina Elodee (Dee) McDowell of New Port Richey, Florida; son, Jay (Janet) McDowell of Ashburn, Virginia; step son, Jay Paul (Tammy) White of Grove City, Ohio; two grandchildren, one step grandchild, and numerous nephews and nieces.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Frederick and Myrtle (Connelly) McDowell; brother, Frederick L. C. McDowell; brother, Vernon McDowell; and his first wife.
Jerold led an extraordinary life. After serving briefly in the Navy he went to Southern Illinois University on the GI Bill and earned a two year teaching degree. He taught school for a short time in the Cave-in-Rock area but was called to serve in the military once again. He enlisted in the United States Air Force and was quickly accepted into Officers Training School. Jerold retired from the Air Force with 23 years service at the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. His career as radar navigator began with the B-25 bomber and concluded with 10 years in the B-52 as part of the Strategic Air Command. After retiring from the Air Force, he took a position with the U.S. Justice Department in Washington, D.C. from which he retired in 1983.
He relocated in New Port Richey, FL, where he enjoyed playing tennis six to seven days a week. He was a skilled tennis player and enjoyed years of doubles tournaments. His most memorable tournament was with the U.S. Tennis Association Senior Doubles League 50 and over. He and his teammates competed against teams from across the U.S. and took third place overall. Jerold continued to play doubles tennis into his early 80’s.
He was raised a Master Mason November 2, 1950 in Cave-in-Rock Lodge #444 and was very proud to be a 66-year member.
With his wife Pat, he loved traveling through the western states, proudly driving every mile himself. Over the years he attended many family reunions where he was lovingly known as “Uncle Slick” by his many nephews and nieces.
He was fortunate to spend the remaining days of his life at home where he was able to enjoy his loving wife Pat, who cared for him day and night with the love, dignity and respect he deserved.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
–From a cemetery in Ireland.

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