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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Saturday, January 12, 2008

Gray glove

after reading the socks comments, i thought i would ask all of you out there in cyberspace if you found a gray glove after we were all at kirtland? if not, i'll give up on it and throw it away. i really did like those gloves.

4 comments:

Colin & Lori said...

Sorry Debby, I have not seen it here at the house. I could call up there and see if they have one in the lost and found and go up and get it for you. If you want me to just let me know the brand or what it is made of or something like that. Lori

David and Debby said...

It must be with my black glove, wherever that is - wherever gloves congregate. Mine was a left. Was yours a right? Maybe they are holding hands somewhere.
David

Crystal said...

I have it- you gave it to me at Kirtland... though I opted for Matt's hand... It is, in fact, in the box that I was going to send from Missouri, that for all this time... has been in my mangled truck. I was sending cookies, Christmas cards and music to everyone... I will still send those things still (and your glove), but I think I will throw away the really hard cookies... that I slaved over... for 3 days straight... 12 dozen, 6 varieties... sadness...

David and Debby said...

send the really hard ones too, we will put them in a bag with an apple and they will soften up:) i feel so happy!!! thank you so much!