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, September 29, 2008
Godfather=Padrino=We're Paying for their Wedding?
So, I thought when I moved to Mexico I'd have lots of crazy cultural difference type things to write about, but it really hasn't been the case. Maybe I'm a little desensitized because of all of my work travel, but I haven't felt like there have been that many things that are that different or at least not blog-worthy anyhow.
Yesterday at church a couple who's been dating for quite some time cornered Alex and I and told us they'd like to speak with us in private. I thought it was kind of strange, but not that strange. We all sat down in one of the classrooms and then they told us they were getting married and that they'd like our help. I was (of course) all excited for them and shouted "Felicidades" (congratulations) probably like 5 times. They then told us that most of it was set but that they still needed some help with photos/video and music. I started blurting out all of these great suggestions..."Oh, we loved our photographer, but he's a little expensive. The guy who did the music was great, and was cheap!" Blah, blah, blah. You get the picture. In the end they said, if you can help us with the music, that'd be great. So, I was like..."of course!" and Alex said, "Let me talk to my mom and I'll get back to you later this week." (His mom had actually arranged the music for our reception.)
When we got in the car to drive home this was our conversation:
Alex: There's one thing I really don't like about Mexico.
Leslie: What's that?
Alex: Padrinos (Godparents)
Leslie: What's a padrino?
Alex: It's someone you ask to pay for your wedding, quinceanera, etc.
Leslie: What...(Leslie slowly connecting the dots)...You mean Perla and Damian weren't asking for information? They were asking us to pay for the music for the wedding?! (Which by the way...will cost minimum $500.)
Alex: Yes, why do you think the Godfather is called the Godfather? (More dot connecting...Padrino=Godfather) He pays everyone's debts and then they are "endebted" to him.
Leslie: I've never seen one Godfather movie! I thought being a godparent was something Catholic, and that it was someone you ask to take care of your kids if you die someday or something.
Alex: Nope. Not in Mexico. You're now paying for their music!
Leslie: Ugh! Seriously?
Alex: Next time you see me saying, "let me look into it" and not immediately agreeing to help, take it as a sign that there might be something you don't know or don't understand...but now you are the nicest madrina (female version of padrino) in all of Mexico!
So anyway, how's that for being culturally savy? Now I have to figure out how to get out of this one. I'm sorry...I'd like to help, but I am not paying $500 in wedding expenses for a couple I barely know and only speak to on Sundays. We're thinking that we may have Alex take their wedding photos with our new, snazzy, one-year anniversary camera and then paying someone like $100 to take the video, and call it good. Whatever we work out...I now know that I have no desire to be a mexican madrina!