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 5, 2007


People, people. You don't remember the story? Dana, you don't remember the story?

Once upon a time, many years ago, we lived with Grandma and Grandpa Christensen while our house at 299 S. 20th was being built. I (Leslie) was about 14, which means that Dana was about 4 at the time.

Grandma and Grandpa had recently installed their hot tub, which we all loved and Dana more than anyone. (She'd dive in head-first any chance she got.) They'd also installed a sliding glass door that led to the deck and steps to the hot tub. I don't know if you remember, but when the glass door was open the screen somehow blended in with the backyard and we'd all get nose-burn running into the screen. One day while Grandma and Grandpa were out, a big tear mysteriously appeared in the screen.

They were obviously somewhat upset because the screen door was brand-new and said, "Who did this!?!". Little 4-year old Dana replied, "Not the Croshaws!".

You all really need to visit Grandma and Grandpa a little more! It's one of their favorite phrases and they always use it now whenever they need to place blame. It makes them laugh every time.

1 comment:

notthecroshaws said...

Mom reminded me last night. For some reason I thought Matt was the one who said it.
What I really want to know is if the culprit is ever going to fess up.