Jerry [with a “J”] Markey –Obituary of the best of the FAA

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By his friend Frank Frisbie

It may be true of many of us that we are seen as different people depending on who the viewer is. This not so true of Jerry because he interacted with so many of us across a spectrum of time, place and circumstance and all, who met Jerry, loved him.

If he were with us today, he would pull out his omnipresent 3×5 Index cards to regale you with “little known facts”.

The son of Irish Immigrants Markey was all American but he did cherish his dual Irish Citizenship and the passport that showed his status.

He was an encyclopedia of baseball. He not only knew the story of Jackie Robinson he knew the story of “Swish” Nicholson whose statue stands in Chestertown, Maryland. Swish was a five time All Star,played for the Cubs and Phillies plus led the National League in hitting two years.

Jerry was heartbroken when the Giants left New York and only reluctantly rooted for the Mets as a last resort.

Jerry was no slouch on the diamond; he was inducted into the Manhattan College Hall of Fame for his Jasper career.

Pitcher and captain of the Jaspers’ 1957 Metropolitan Conference championship team that went on to earn Manhattan’s first-ever NCAA baseball berth. Went 9-1 that season with a 1.11 ERA. Finished his career with a 21-3 record. Won the John McGraw Trophy as New York’s Collegiate Player of The Year, and selected NCAA All-East and honorable mention All-America in 1957

He was one of about a dozen of us who joined the FAA in NY upon graduation and who migrated to the DC Metro in the mid-sixties, although when Joe Del Balzo, Tom Clabby and I retired, he stayed on for over 40 years. He is still a legend at FAA – the Radio Frequency Spectrum expert – who, even after retirement, championed the preservation of frequencies to assure flight safety

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After leaving FAA he decided to forego becoming a beltway bandit and instead became a volunteer at the Babe Ruth Museum in Baltimore where he fulfilled the role of docent, giving tours to young people who loved his stories of ball players of yesteryear. He played golf now and then and went to the ball parks [any ball park].  He took a job delivering brochures to hotels and businesses probably because he got him out among the people who quickly became his friends. He did that up until the day he passed.

He was the spark plug of the Maryland Minutemen – the multi-generational gang who sponsor the Annual Beer Exchange and that still tries to get together for a “few” beers on the last work day before every federal Holiday. Look us up on the web at .And, while he loved beer, he never drank alone [ Ronnie didn’t count except if they were out of the house] and he gave it up for Lent [except St. Patrick’s Day].

He sent postcards to his own and my kids from across the globe for years. He wrote his own Christmas Cards to close friends.

He visited the sick when others were “too busy”. He called you to see how you were even in Australia. He was a member of the AOH and the Knights of Columbus. He drove his fellow “Yorkies” to their medical appointments and treatments. He tended bar when there was one that needed tending. He was never too busy to help you.

He was religious in the best way. He quietly went to daily mass and sat in the back. He went on every First Friday. He wore a Miraculous Medal and always had a rosary in his pocket. He respected the old church calendar even when the Church decided to move Holy Days to Sundays. He still avoided meat on Friday. He loved God but he had big problems with the way the hierarchy dealt with the pedophilia scandal. He was a fan of St. Paul who defies understanding for most of us and of the soon to be beatified Bishop Futon Sheen who was crystal clear. He still had his old Missal and carried it along on special occasions.

In the end, he was a role model for us all in many ways because he lived by the biblical maxims to love thy neighbor as yourself and to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

He was your friend. He was my friend for a long time………

Jerry’s obituary along with funeral arrangements can be found on the website of Beall Funeral Home.

He was known for his gregarious nature, his love of dogs (especially his chocolate lab Guinness), and his legendary backward somersaults on many a dance floor.  He was the beloved husband of 55 years to Veronica “Ronnie” Markey; father to John, James, Marianne, Patrick and Colleen; father-in-law to Sean Carney, Kathryn Markey, Deon Markey, and James McGuinn; and the adored “Papa” of Corrin, Taylor, Patrick, Andrew, William, Gerald, Charlotte, Jack, Kelsie, Sophie and Julia.


In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to So Others Might Eat (S.O.M.E), 71 O Street, NW, Washington, DC 20001 or online at






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