In Memory

Dale Jones

Dale Jones

Sept. 25, 1944 - Jan. 4, 2018 Woodland Dale William Jones, 73, passed away after a short illness, on Jan. 4. Dale was born in Woodland, on Sept. 25, 1944 to William and Helen Jones. He attended Woodland High School, graduating with the class of 1962. As an adult, Dale resided in Sacramento and worked at McClellan Air Force Base as a hydraulic mechanic, retiring after 35 years. Dale's passion was racing, in particular, sand drags. He loved and followed the NHRA circuit and, in fact, made racing a second career. Known as "Lerch" (for his grand stature), Dale became a local celebrity, announcing hundreds of races throughout California. He was greatly missed by the racing community when he retired the microphone to travel, camp, fish and spend time with his beloved grandson, Dustin. Dale is survived by his only child, Julie Jones-Royal; grandson, Dustin Craffey-Royal; sister in law, Wanda Jones, and three nieces, Kim, Debbie and Shelley Jones. Dale was preceded in death by his parents, and older brother, Robert L. Jones. No services are planned.

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01/29/18 06:53 AM #1    

Jerry Pujol

Very sorry to hear of Dale's passing.

01/30/18 08:27 AM #2    

Dan Myers

RIP  Dale

01/30/18 08:25 PM #3    

Tony Barron


Dale Jones was as kind a friend as anyone could hope for. He shared with me some of the life trials

he endured over the years.  He deserved  far better.

When I was 18, wearing my military uniform at 10:00 at night, stuck

in tullie fog, hitch hiking home for Christmas on HWY 99. Car after car passed me by---I suppose most didn't see me because of the fog ---my God was it thick.  Then a car zoomed by ---like the many before it and dissapeared in the distance.

As I was watching the tail lights fade away, suddenly the red lights began to get brighter. The car was backing up. It was Dale---backing up in tullie fog---to offer a ride to a stranger in uniform.  As I got in the car he said---"sorry friend---I didn't see you hitch hicking---you OK? It took a minute or so before we recognosed each other.

That's how he was. He didn't know who I was---just someone in need of a ride. That's the kind of person he was. Rest in peace my friend.

Tony B.

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