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.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Ode to be Perfect

If any of you have worked with me on any kind of project, which you probably haven’t, I am not exactly the perfectionist. I like things to be done right but I also don’t want to make myself to look like a careless slob here. In my mind, if what I am doing is visually satisfying, then I can live with it.

Let me tell you why I’m sharing this with you all…

If any of you have worked with David, you know the job will be done, as I say, to “pristine excellence”. No corner cut, no blemish left unfixed, visually stunning and mechanically sound, engineered past the minimal requirements and a fine specimen of work.

David and I have been re-modeling the Christensen’s kitchen, and while the Croshaws have been away in Hawaii, I’ve tried to continue on with the project. But found something very unsettling while working alone. The more I look at what I am doing, from setting countertops, to framing a soffit, to putting mud on sheetrock. I CANT STAND IT NOT TO BE PERFECT. Almost to the point where I want to tear the whole thing over and start from scratch. I guess the saying is true that you are who you associate with. So I guess I should thank David for making be a better person.



notthecroshaws said...

Jason, imagine living with his son. We HAVE to get out the level just to hang pictures, it's that bad. I say, slap a nail in the wall and hang it. Lucky you.

notthecroshaws said...

Now you know what it is like to be a son in the Croshaw family. Now multiply that by 30 years and you have my life. I can imagine what you're going through because I have gone through the exact same thing about a thousand times.
And yes it does wear off on you. Ask Lori about the day we have to set aside to hang stuff on the wall. The level thing happens here too.

Once you start seeing things from his perspective there's no going back. He takes the perfectionist thing to a whole new level.

Thanks Dad.

notthecroshaws said...

I've torn a lot of stuff out in my life. That's why the projects take so long and why I never run out of work to be done. Sometimes I just have to close my eyes and give it up for a while, but it always seems to come back. It's an infectious curse. I caught it from my dad. Sorry you've all caught it from me.