Some of you may remember the incident of my sister Mary Lou plowing down our wooden posted mailbox while trying to back down our driveway a few years ago. Wiped it right out. The thing is, the driveway is over 20 feet wide, enough for 3 cars, but in her defense, it was icey at the time. Well, since elaborate brick mailboxes were in vogue at the time, we got together with the Hills next door and built the present monolith, assuring that it was built to last.
So, I'm coming out of church today when my home teacher, Phil Lamprecht calls to me from his brand new Ford Edge and asks me to look at his rear bumper where I see a deep crease. Then he sheepishly admits to me that last week after being a good home teacher and bringing us some fresh corn, he was backing down our driveway (clear and dry on a summer day) when the mailbox just jumped right out there in his way. Bummer. I guess the car can be fixed, and Phil's confidence will mend with time, but so far, the monolith stands unscathed, firm and strong. All is well I guess, but the worst of the whole incident is yet another demonstration of the sad principle that no good deed goes unpunished. Be careful out there.
Dad
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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2 comments:
Hahahahah! And let's not all forget the time Becky took out her side-view mirror on the Odyssey!
Ah yes, Becky's mirror. Who's to say how many altercations the monolith has had? We may never know, but it still remains standing.
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