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, February 8, 2008

I can't make this stuff up

So here's an interesting story. A patient at an unnamed hospital that I may or may not be working at this month came in with a very interesting story. I'm speaking in general terms, so it's okay. Anyway, this kid comes in to the hopsital. This is a 2 year old who's on CPAP at night. That's what Dad wears for sleep apnea. Anyway, her dad decided one night he wanted to go get a drink. So he takes the home health nurse and the kid down to the local watering hole. Some guy points out the obvious to the guy and tells him he shouldn't have a 2 year old at a bar, especially with a ventilator. That hits the wrong nerve, and he punches the guy in the face. So they start fighting and the cops come and arrest the guy. Of course, they don't really want to turn the kid over to a drunk person, home health nurse or not. So social services get ahold of the kid's grandmother and she takes him. Then they figure out that the kid and his drunk dad live with the grandmother, so social services picks the kid up again. Of course they don't know how to manage a ventilator, so they bring him in to the hospital. I mean, I got a B+ in creative writing, but could I make this stuff up? True story.

4 comments:

Jason & Dana said...

That is great, I bet a lot of cool stuff can happen at a hospital, someone should make a tv series about it......wait a minute.....
Jason

Leslie said...

That is so sad. Poor little 2 year old! What are people thinking?

Oklahoma VanderLouw said...

You have no idea how many stories like this I was involved in, working as the on-call child protection social worker on weekends in Boise. That was me, out in the middle of the night trying to figure out what to do with those precious little children who are forgotten by the people who should love them more than themselves. It seriously broke my heart. It gives me flashbacks reading that story. I don't miss that feeling of total helplessness at all!!

abbynormal said...

Becky, I was thinking of you when I was reading this, wondering how many dozens of stories you had similar to this one.