Walter Albritton May 13, 2018 The cute brunette I sat beside in the first grade became the love of my life and my wife when we were 20. During our courting days I became friends with several other beautiful girls but my eyes were always on Dean. I always felt she was the one for me and now, after 66 years of marriage, I know I was right. Though we have sometimes been “mad enough to kill each other,” we have always managed to reconcile our differences. We believed we were meant for each other, so much so that it became our conviction that God made us for each other. I have read that anyone of us could be happily married to a hundred other persons, but I don’t believe it. Call it juvenile thinking if you will, but we believe it was God’s will for us to be married. Knowing that Dean will read this before anyone else does, I do not wish to embarrass her with a mushy tribute. But I do want my readers to know how I feel about the remarkable woman who was willing to be the mother of my five children, all boys. So what follows are some memories that hopefully will become windows into the true character of Dean Brown Albritton. We got into the business of childbearing quickly. Our first son was born in the eleventh month after our wedding. In those day fathers had to remain in the waiting rooms while their wives gave birth. I had no idea the excruciating pain that a woman experiences in delivering a child. Dean never complained about the anguish she endured, though years later she did admit that she was “scared to death.” Especially when the doctor explained that her first delivery would require a breech birth. Dean wanted eight children. She settled for five sons though she had wished for a girl whom we would have named Linda.