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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As you know shortly after we moved here our ward boundries were changed and that put us in a new ward along with some other from the Mayfield ward, our first ward (I hope that made sense.) I had been thinking about one sister and her family that moved to the new ward with us and thought that I would like to get to know her better. I thought about how silly it would be to just call her up and ask if she wanted to get together. I would see her at church obviously and at our community pool over the summer. She had been on my mind off and on since I knew just a little about her, just her name really. Our kids aren't the same age but for some reason I just kept thinking about her. Well as the months went by and finally we had a visiting teaching conference and got our assignments. Lo and behold she was on my list. I was excited that I finally had a good reason to get to know her better. We first visited her in September, when we got the route, and her husband had been really sick. She said there wasn't much we could do and that he was on the mend. I prayed for her and her family and thought about her often. I had seen her husband in chuch and thought he looked much better. She confirmed this. This week my partner and I went and visited her again, both our husbands were home so we didn't have kids-4 between the two of us and it can get a bit crazy-and we could tell she wasn't doing well. After some time visiting with her she really opened up to us, she cried and we cried. Her husband wasn't 100% with his health, they had some unexpected bills and life was weighing heavily on her shoulders as she tried to keep her family together. We were able to visit and listen to her for over an hour, which she desperatly needed, with minimal interruption. It was so obvious that she needed someone to just listen, to lighten her load and just be there, you know how women sometimes just need to talk to relieve the pressures that life gives us and then we can feel better again for a while longer. I know that the Lord wants me to be her visitng teacher, certainly not because I know any more than she does or anything of the sort, but just because this is the way it needs to be. I am sure I am the one who will gain the most. The Lord is certainly in charge and if we listen and try to be in tune with His desire and will then we can be guided.
I hope this makes sense. It is late and I am a little tired.
Lori
Mom, I think you already know this, but Sarah-Dawn and I met because she was my visiting teacher first. This example is always a better one when people can see us together and realize just how solid our friendship is after almost 7 years, but it's a big reminder to me that the people we're assigned to visit teach have the potential to be lifelong friends. I think we should treat them like it.
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