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.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Apostle Song

The kids in our ward sang this today. Anyone else heard it in a primary program. How do you like Elder Ballard's description? mom


notthecroshaws said...

Mom's post reminded me of a recent experience that I don't think we shared with you at the time. Mom and I had an opportunity to meet Elder Christofferson, face to face, greeting, handshake, and the whole bit. We were at the SF airport waiting for a flight to SLC when he walked up to the gate counter. I recognized him immediately and pointed him out to Mom while he was headed back to his wife, seated on the other side of the concourse. We debated about whether to talk to him. On a previous occasion we had seen President Eiring in the SLC airport, and had achance to talk to him, but didn't, because we didn't want to be intrusive. But then later we wished we had taken the opportunity because he had been so gracious and kind to others who did. So, there in the SF airport, Mom finally got up the courage, and went over and introduced herself to Elder and Sister Christofferson, and exchanged chat - found out they were on their way back from an assignment in China. Then, coincidentally, a group of 10-12 missionaries came down the concourse, like a herd of elephants. You know how they are, loud and obvious, full of enthusiasm. They stopped at the gate next to us. I went over and talked to them, and learned that they were all headed from the Provo MTC to their mission feild in Korea. I exchanged a few Korean words with them (gave them a pop quiz,) and asked if they were aware that an apostle was sitting nearby, pointing him out. Their jaws all dropped open and within two seconds they had all sprinted over and surrounded him. He was very gracious and encouraging to them (go team, go!) and shook all their hands. About that time the boarding call came, and he and his wife had to go to the line where Mom and I got right in behind them. That's when I got a chance to say hello and shake their hands. Great experience. These things don't happen very often, so I'm glad we made a memory by stepping outside our comfort zone a little.

abbynormal said...

I think mom deserves a round of applause for figuring out how to post youtube vids!!