HISTORY

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.
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Monday, April 30, 2007

Verna Lee's Perspective

In response to my Roger Williams post, Verna Lee shared the following with me so I am sharing it with you -- a bit of nostalgic history:

David, I enjoyed reading your report of the Roger Williams concert. Wish I had been there. One tidbit you missed--or didn't know.... During his ISU (ISC) years, Roger Williams studied with Evelyn McLoed, my piano teacher. Mrs. McLoed was an excellent teacher, and probably could/should have made her teaching career in a metropolitan area. But, her husband worked in Pocatello (railroad, I think) so a fortunate few of us got the benefit of her expertise.

The story dates further back than that... Before any of us were, Daddy sang with a musical group that did concerts around the area and Evelyn McLoed accompanied the group. Daddy's limp originates from an incident involving Evelyn McLoed. The group was staying overnight in Blackfoot after doing a concert there--in a hotel I think. Anyway, there was a second story balcony. Daddy was kidding around with Evelyn, picked her up and feigned dropping her over the balcony railing. She kicked, etc., and they both went over--Daddy on the bottom. She came away uninjured, but Daddy's leg was busted badly and I think he had a broken nose. He spent the next 18 months recuperating. Since he had to stay off the leg, he went back to Oxford where he would have caretakers. That happened to be the time when Mother was teaching there, and that's how they met.

Did you have any idea that you were experiencing so much history while your listened to Roger Williams play?!!!

We should all hope we can do so well at 83. I think there is something to be said for mental alertness and music. It is believed that music (and math) play a big role in developing the brain synapse. Language is good, too. No wonder we are all so bright--we all talk a lot.
Love, Verna Lee

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