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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Friday, November 9, 2007

Jack's little surgery

I hesitated in writing about Jackson's surgery just because I wondered how he would feel about it in 10 years but here goes. It was a very minor surgery on his pee pee. Because he was so fat as a baby it caused his peeps to pull back into what was left of the foreskin. He was circumcised (sp?) as a newborn. I was concerned about it when we lived in Virginia but my pediatrician assured me it was okay and to just push the skin back so his peeps would pop out and eventally it would do what it needed to do. Well, when we moved here and I took him to his first drs apt it was addressed immediately. We tried using some steriod cream to thin the adhesions, which were very attached by now, but it didn't help. I took him to the urologist about a month and a half ago and he diagnosed Jack with hypospadias (I am sure that is not how you spell it but that is how it sounds and I am too lazy to look it up right now). It is where the opening is not at the tip, but Jacks was just a tiny bit lower. So, we decided to have it corrected even though it probably would not be a problem in the future. Since we were doing one we just did both at the same time and because of that he had to have it done under anesthesia. They made a tiny slit to put the opening at the tip and pulled the adhered skin back so it could do what it should or it would cause it to bend. I can just see all the guys cringing right now. I hope this makes sense because Mia is wanting me to sing with her right now. Jack did great. He did throw up about two cups of apple juice and I ended up wearing 1 cup. The nurse just kept giving it to him. I should have said something but I figured she knew better. Silly me. I just have to dress it 4-5 times a day. There are no stitches it is just a bit red. He will heal quickly. Lori
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2 comments:

RebeccaV said...

Oh, poor little Jack!! We promise not to tease him when he is 16! I remember when they put Elliot under anestesia when he had that surgery on his ear. It was horrible when he was coming out of it. He was in such a fog and was crying and clinging to me and trying to wiggle out of my arms at the same time, and don't even get me started on when they put the IV in his arm!! I'm glad Jack is okay!

Saturday, November 10, 2007 at 1:29:00 PM MST
David and Debby said...

as long as we are talking about stuff like this, remember when grace had to have the catheter. i would like to ring that nurse's neck. grandma

Saturday, November 10, 2007 at 9:01:00 PM MST

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