Lieutenant Fred F. House « Utah Law Enforcement Memorial

Lieutenant Fred F. House

Died on January 28, 1988

Age 35
Utah Department of Corrections
Homicide: Rifle

Lieutenant House was shot and killed during the standoff at the Singer Farm near Marion, Utah. The victim was attempting to use his K-9 to accomplish an arrest when he was fired upon by one of the barricaded suspects. A rifle bullet struck him in the chest and penetrated his body armor. The suspects then surrendered. Several of them, including the shooter, remain incarcerated in federal prison. Lieutenant House left a wife and three children. He is buried in Orem City Cemetery.  His bronze name plaque is sponsored by the Utah Department of Corrections.

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9 responses to “Lieutenant Fred F. House”

  1. Raye says:

    I was wondering how to get in contact with Fred House’s wife Ann House. Does anyone know how to get a hold of her??

  2. Mike Poulos says:

    I would contact the Correctional Peace Officer Foundation ( as I remember Ann was involved with the Foundation. Good luck, Raye!

  3. Amy Hardinger says:

    @ Raye- There is an Ann House on FaceBook who looks a lot like Fred. Maybe she is a granddaughter. I’d send her a message if I were looking for his family.

  4. Richard Jackson says:

    As the time of Fred’s death draws near I can only remember what a great man he was. I had only met him recently at the Singer/Swapp standoff in Marion, Utah. His canine and he were very close, and Fred talked highly of him. I sat with Fred on a Snowmobile, inside a building next to the Swapp compound, and we talked alot about the events that were taking place. Fred was happy to be there, anxious to help the FBI bring this mess to a good ending. I was part of the “Medical Team” assigned to assist the FBI HRT Team that was present with us in the compound. It was a long ordeal, and we spent many a night sleeping on snowmobiles, waiting for a peacful end. Unfortunately things did not work out that way. When Fred was hit, myself and another medic worked on Fred for a long time, but there was nothing we good do to save him……believe me we tried. I was present that sad day, and know that Fred loved what he was doing, and would have done it again if he had been asked. It’s been many years since I’ve spoken at all about this, but now just wanted to vent some feelings….God bless you Fred…RIP

  5. Todd Peterson says:

    Fred House was a friend and we spent many hours training together. He was a 3rd Degree Black Belt in Shotokan Karate, but most important, he was a great husband and father. He loved his country, believed in the work of justice and was willing to give his all. I remember one story. When Fred joined the canine unit at the prison, he received a very mean and uncooperative dog. Fred went for a short walk with the dog and when he returned, his harms and hands were bloody, but the dog was “now” well behaved. They developed a lasting relationship. Unfortunately, it was that series of events that would end up costing him his life. As we were moving out of Utah to CA, we stopped our fully loaded moving van at Fred’s viewing. He was my friend, my sensei, a man of character and a man of God. He was buried with his Karate Gi. I know he is still training.

    • Joshua Cobbley says:

      Fred is a ghost in my memories. My mother was one of his “Shotokan” students. She had three little kids that had to tag along behind their Mommy but he let us all in the class. I think his admonishment of my behavior as a three-year-old in a karate gi and diaper was probably the first time I ever felt like a man.
      As I recall, I did something wrong. Fred came over (with my Mom of course) and said in no uncertain terms: I did something wrong. We have rules. You have to obey them too. You owe me ten push-ups.
      The other students all were required to give him ten knuckle push-ups. I remember trying hard with the regular ones, but he stopped me and demanded (as my mother supervised) that I do the push-ups the same as everyone else. I was a flustered confused toddler, but I understood. I SERIOUSLY doubt that I gave him ten good knuckle push-ups, but years later I realized that whether or not I did was not the part that mattered, it was just that I was learning. That I was pushing myself and just maybe I entered that class as a toddler I left having had my first lesson in manhood; in adulthood… even though Mom probably carried me out and changed me shortly after.
      In my mind, I think about what it must have been like for the rest of his students seeing him come down on a toddler telling him that he needed to own up to his misbehavior and pay the penalty just like everyone else in the class. I hope it was as significant a lesson for them as it was for me as the little kid. It meant a lot to me. He was and remains a good man. Vickie Cobbley, my mother, loved Fred, Ann, and their whole family and she never forgot. Neither will I.

      • Criss Rosenlof says:

        Josh, I was one of those students present that day. I remember Fred trying so hard, and failing, to hide his smile as you tried to do those push-ups. That was a great memory. Thank you.

        • Josh Cobbley says:

          Thank you so much for your reply. It means a lot to me. Especially because I have a lot of foggy memories from that time in my life and it’s amazing to have someone confirm that it happened. 🙂

  6. Nick Wolfinger says:

    Ann House is a longtime friend. I could put you in touch—with her assent—if you’re still trying to get in touch with her.

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