Birth date: Dec 6, 1935 Death date: Mar 22, 2023
Fred Brockwell, a “pillar of the Del Rio Community;” even referred to as a “Del Rio Icon” has passed away at the age of 87. Fred aka Freddie was born in Del Rio, Texas to Floyd Brockwell and Ward Dean (“Wardie”) Latham Brockwell Read Obituary
Fred was such a kind, giving person. I still have an emerald ring that I bought from his jewelry store many years ago. I just found out and I will have some trees planted in his honor. So sorry for your loss Blair, Kevin, family and friends.
Sincerely,
Mary Ahrens
Daina, Julie and Melissas’ mom.
I just now heard the news and I am deeply saddened by his loss. I knew Fred pretty much my entire life, and he was just a wonderful, kind person. My heart breaks for the family.
I remember, I was in 10th grade and was in Miss Del Rio. He helped me with the monolog I did. It was the only thing I didn't bomb, I got stage fright for the first time in my life, but didn't want Judge to be disappointed in me. So I knocked that part out of the theater. He was a very warm hearted person and he will always be in my memories.
Judge Brockwell was a hardworking, humble and kind man who was fair to all that he came in contact with regardless of their situation and station in life. Thank you for your service and time Judge.. F. Knoll (Ret.) Chief of Police, Del Rio, TX.
Fred was a true Southern gentleman, always smiling and toting his Dr. Pepper to all our Bridge games in Scappoose and St. Helens. Shortly after meeting him, he took me on a tour through his days in theater by walking through his home, stopping at a playbill here, a poster there, a statuette on a shelf, or one of several awards he was honored to receive from his colleagues in Del Rio, Texas. Such a fascinating life! Driving to and from Bridge games together, we often discussed the Broadway in Portland touring plays, which we both saw but on different days. And Fred’s critiques were always eye-opening for me. We’ll miss you at bridge Fred, but I’m betting you’re bidding 7 No-Trump somewhere — and making it. Sue Hobart
You will forever be my sock buddy. Thank you for coming to see me one last time. We shared a special bond. Thank you
Oh Fred, my sock boyfriend for the past 4 years! I will miss you dearly. Fred and I both enjoy colorful socks! His love started when a grandson bought him some colorful socks. Because of my love for colorful socks, we bonded immediately. We would show each other our socks we were wearing whenever we saw each other. And if he was in his car, he would put his leg up and over the steering wheel just to show me. He accidentally ordered a pair of women's socks and said he thought of me immediately, and would bring them to me. That did not get to happen. But he did make sure to come see me one more time while I was at work. He drove up just to say hi, to me. Fred, you have made a girl feel special and I will never forget you. Until we meet again dear buddy. Keep your socks on.
