--- I remember this photo. It was taken up in the mountains at the family cabin with a timed camera.
There is my Dad, Winston, all dressed in casual summer wear. Even with the extra large shirts and shorts, he often barely fit in them. He was so strong and proud of it. I always felt safe around him.
And there is my mom, Alice. I always found it interesting how there were no other white tortoises like her. Wasn't until I was older that I learned what an albino was, or that her mother was a lizard, which was why she had those cute cheek spots. Most folks always thought she must have been craggy or rough to the touch, but her skin was so incredibly smooth and soft when you did touch it, I found it hard to often let go of her hand. Even now, she looks so lively and happy, not even able to have her eyes open for the photo.
In this picture, my Dad was about 33 while my Mom was 28.
And down there is little ol' me. Only three, but still walking. My folks didn't know my eyes were going to be in pain during the sunny times, hence my lack of glasses at this point. Still, I wouldn't trade my folks for the world. - Rick Arthur
