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.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
More on Blacksburg
I too have been watching the news non-stop about this. That is so true about the media, Colin, they immediately start looking for someone to blame. It kindof makes me sick that the media feels some perverse excitement about a tragedy like this. When mom and dana were here we went to the mall and let the kids play in this little play area. Me and mom turned around to put Eva and Maggie in the stroller (Dana was at a store) and when we turned around Grace was nowhere to be seen. She had disappeared in a matter of seconds. I didn't panic at first, thinking she had just wandered a little way off. Soon, though, panic set in when we couldn't find her anywhere. We looked for about a half an hour, we alerted security and still couldn't find her. I was completely paniced, totally beside myself. I was terrified, imagining all sorts of horrible things that could have happened to her. The security guard told me to stay in one place, and Dana and Mom went to look for her. All I could do was keep praying in my heart that she was okay, begging Heavenly Father to let her be okay. Dana went to look in a store mom had already walked through and our prayers were totally answered. Dana happened to glance over into the portrait studio, and all she saw was her pants. She was behind something. Dana wasn't even sure if it was her, but it was. I can't even really explain the emotions I had when I didn't know where she was. It was the most horrifying feeling, I had a hard time sleeping that night because I just couldn't shake that feeling. That is the way I feel when I think about all those people who were killed or hurt in Blacksburg. I just can't imagine what their families are going through. I feel so blessed that Grace was okay and all I can do is pray for those families and what they are going through. I'm so glad that Colin was nowhere near campus when it happened.