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.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Back Yard Antics

Hi everyone. Decided it was about my turn to share a little experience I had last week. As all of you know, your Dad has a headlamp that he uses outside, to work very late at night. It has been very beneficial, especially last summer getting ready for the wonderful open house. Well, you may have all heard that we had to do some quick cleaning up down at the bottom of our hillside. Someone turned us into the city, so we spent a day shredding branches, probably there from ten years back. It really was time to clean it up. Another thing we have to do is stack up the railroad ties, many of which have rebar coming out the ends. Another wonderful experience with landscapers. Anyway, dad was working out late in the dark last wednesday night. He slipped and fell on the hillside, and there was a spike sticking up out of one of the railroad ties. It pierced his leg. He continued to work for a while, and as we were getting ready for bed, he mentioned it to me. I could see the bloody hole--not too big--in his pants. He took them off, and he also had a hole in his garments, and HE ALSO HAD A HOLE IN HIS LEG! It wasn't huge, but it needed to be sewn up. Well, it was very late, and Dad proceeded to go through his black bag, found some suture, and asked/told me that I needed to put a suture in it. It really was gaping. I really wish you had been here, Colin. So he draws me a diagram, shows me what the needle needs to do, how I need to jab it in. He really is a very good teacher. Nest he laid down on our bed, and I begin to jab into the edge of the wound (he also told me how close to put it in). All this is with no anesthesia. He also showed me how to wrap the suture around my tweezers (didn't have the instrument you use to hold the needle), one way, then the other way, forming a square knot. Eventually, I got it done. It was definitely not a sterile procedure. He didn't wince or anything. I am happy to report that there are no signs of infection, and the wound is healing nicely. Jason if you had been here, maybe you would have been called upon to operate! Anyway, it was a very interesting experience for me. I know how to do it if I am ever called upon again to become a temporary surgeon. Life is always interesting here on 20th. mom


Lori, Colin, Mia & Jack said...

I think I want to laugh and cry all at the same time. Debby you are such a trooper!! David, I can really believe that it happened to you! I am happy to hear there were no side effects and I can't wait for Colin to read this. We are really looking forward to the baby and Debby coming out. David, wish you could come too. David, Jack to do a perfect alligator into the pool. Reminded me of Lake Powell. Love you two!!

Jason & Dana said...

Hahahahah what a story! I wish we could have been there. I don't know if I would have been able to do it mom! I would have made him go to the ER. Way to go.
Dad, did you see my head lamp picture on the blog?

abbynormal said...

Wow. I'm even more impressed with both of you than I ever was before.

The Fabulous VanderLouws said...

Wow, you guys are hardcore...seriously!! There is no way I would've done that! Things are always exciting around your house! I have a vague memory of being very young, living on Rainier, and dad coming home from his new office with some stitches in his arm that he put there himself, so I'm not really that surprised, except this time mom was the one doing the stitches! We can't wait to see you guys this weekend in Cascade!

Lori, Colin, Mia & Jack said...

Doctors make the worst patients. This only supports that. Dad, Is your tetanus up to dat? If you haven't developed lockjaw already, maybe it would still be a good idea to get a tetanus shot and take an antibiotic for a week. Seriously. I can see Mom now stitching up your leg with her tongue out like she does. I'm imagining this process taking like 2 hours to do.
By the way, which neighbor reported you, because we will have to do an old fashioned TP job on their house next time we're there.
I'm serious about the tetanus shot.

Leslie said...

Colin, I thought the same thing...Dad I hope your tetanus is up to date! What a great story. You guys are some pretty cool parents. Can't wait to see you tomorrow morning!

notthecroshaws said...

i checked his records, he got a shot in 2004 before we went to peru :)

Jason & Dana said...

I think you will be fine if you just spray some windex on it. I cant wait to see the scar on that one!
I'm pretty glad that I wasn't there to see that. I am far from the doctoring type. I thought you just use super glue for that stuff anyway? David and I had a good conversation about superglue just before we left.
I'm supprised bleeding through clothing wasn't enough to make you stop the project and check your leg out. But I know you David, nothing is going to keep you from finishing a project, not blood, sleep, or Debby telling you that you have to stop to go to a wedding reception. :)