In Memory

Jimmie Darrell Brown

BROWN, Jimmie Darrell Jimmie Darrell Brown passed away in his home in Austin, Tx. Sept. 12, 2020, at the age of 80. Jimmie was born Jan.17, 1940 in Wellington, Texas to Dora Mae and Thomas Hal Brown. He was a graduate of Borger High School in 1958 and The University of Texas in 1962, then he worked for Boeing in Seattle and Huntsville, Alabama, then LTV in Grand Prairie, Tx. He later worked as a salesman and sales manager for multiple new home builders. He was a squamous carcinoma cancer survivor, but still maintained a positive outlook on life. His favorite interest was the Texas Longhorns football team and all things Austin. While in college, he was the captain of the Southwest Conference Champion bowling team. He is survived by his children, son Mark and wife Liz Brown and their children Martin and Emily; daughter Kim and husband Tim Jeske and their children Austin and Eric, and daughter Terri and husband Mark Seay. He is also survived by brother Rickey Brown his wife Sharron and their families, and sister Judy Rogers, husband Joe and their families. A service for family only will take place at a later date.
(Published in Austin American-Statesman on Sep. 19, 2020).


Texas, Birth Index, 1903-1997
Name:     Jimmie Darrell Brown
Date of Birth:     17 Jan 1940
Gender:     Male
Birth County:     Collingsworth
Father's Name:     Hal Thomas Brown
Mother's Name:     Dora May Ohair
Roll Number:     1940_0001

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09/21/20 10:47 AM #1    

Lester Dan Langley

It's commonplace to say that you can never know someone else until you walk in that person's shoes. My recollection of Jimmie in high school is limited to the point of being inconsequential––I believe he drove a 1956 Plymouth. My memory of him from several years of gathering at Gary Horton's for conversation, poker, dominos, and golf is more detailed. The obituary in the Austin paper notes Jimmie's love for everything about Austin and UT. My belief is that his affection for the Class of '58 ran just as deep. As do many of us, he had his regrets of choices made that did not turn out for the better––the might-have-beens if I done this or not that––and I would be at a loss to identify his political or religious views as liberal, conservative, or some other category. In an age of identity politics, he refused to allow others to tell him what to believe or who he was. He knew that being and belonging to our class mattered, and he was proud to list it on his résumé.

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