A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.

From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.

In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.

Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.

So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.

Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.

We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.

As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

lost children

Becky, your story about losing Grace reminded me of one warm summer on Rainier street when we lost 4 year old Matt. He was known for wandering up and down the street, and little blond Afro-boy was so cute, we knew he would be fodder for all those darned kidnappers. It had been two hours and there was no sign of him. None of the neighbor kids had seen him for some time. We had ransacked the house and searched ours and all adjacent neighborhoods. We had numerous neighbors helping with the search We had notified the cops. Lots of prayers were being offered. We were horrified. Mom was beside herself. Picture that.

Finally among all that activity, someone (I don't remember who)made yet another desparation search into the far corners of the basement, looking once again in Matt's room, turning it upside down. He hadn't been there before, but we I guess we were hoping he would've dropped in for a visit in the meantime. He wasn't in the closet, he wasn't under the bed, but pulling away the bedspread, the searcher saw a curious lump in the mattress. Yes, it was Matt. He had crawled up under the fitted sheet and fallen asleep. He was having a great nap, oblivious to the pandemonium around him. We were embarassed, but greatly relieved that he had been safe all along.

Hang on to those little ones. They're slippery.

1 comment:

notthecroshaws said...

I remember that so clearly, isn't that wierd?! Sweet little Matt, now he is getting married in a couple weeks!!