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, January 4, 2009

A Unique Christmas Gift

So, on Christmas morning, I'm opening gifts, and I come to one from Dana and Jason that is small but feels kind of heavy. Tearing off the paper, I find a nice jewelry box, and I think, "what have those generous kids done for me now?"

Well, it seems that knowing how addicted I am to work, especially wood work, and having heard the stories of my childhood, they decided to give me a momento of both. As I open the jewelry box, expecting a watch or something, I find a buch of bent nails.

Accompanying the nails was a note, inscribed with the directive,
"Merry Christmas! Make your dad proud."
You may have heard the story of my youth that inspired this unique gift. Being Frank Frugal, a product of the depression, my dad would always scavenge used lumber for his building projects. We would pull the old nails out so he could cut the wood, and then he would assign me to straighten the nails -- hundreds and hundreds of them. You might think he gave me that job to teach me patience, or perseverance, or maybe just dexterity, but while it did have all those effects, I think they were only part of my dad's motive. Mainly, he wanted to reuse the nails. Like I said, he was Peter Provident - nothing went to waste. Actually, that fact made my menial efforts seem expedient -- It wasn't just busy work. There was a purpose, I was contributing. Remember that when teaching your kids - no busy work.

The fact that Jason had so many bent nails available from his remodel project indicates two things: 1. His aim is not very good; and 2. He's figured out the other lesson I learned from that childhood labor -- I swore I would never straighten nails nor fuss with used lumber again, because my time is worth more than that. That aside, I am still grateful for the other lessons learned, lessons I still apply, almost every day.

Actually, a little aside here, reclaimed lumber is all the rage these days, and is more expensive than new hardwood. You know, it gives the structure more... "character," more "ambiance." Hey, I wonder if we could convince people of the same value of straightened nails. With my valuable skill, we could get rich.

Anyway, if any of you think straightening nails would be easy, I invite you to give it a try. Here's a little technique instruction:

Bowed side up/hit the nail directly on the peak - continue until straight. Watch your fingers. For twisted nails, you're on your own.

PS: Jason, I'll have the straightened nails back to you this week, but you have to reuse them.


Christina said...

I just randomly came across your blog, and thought I would share that I found your 'bent nail' very moving-putting those nails in your brothers house will keep that memory alive forever.

David and Debby said...

Actually, I was just kidding about sending straightened nails back to him, but your thoughtful comment makes me think that maybe I should do it. Thanks for the input.

Jason and Dana said...

That is great. I'm proud to say I have had to buy very few materials. From the demolition I've been able to reuse a lot of the wood and have found "obsolete inventory" at work that they have given me for free. Once the project is done I will have to give you a full report. I did think the note was a nice touch, because it was half of a used envelope. Something I remember seeing Debby use. You know, those envelopes that come with your bills. Another frugal tip I saw.
But if you are going to send me back those nails, better hurry, I'm running out of a use for them on this project.

And by the way, now I feel bad about the nice jewlery box, because for all you have done for us you deserve a lot more than a bunch of bent nails. But hey, I guess at least none of them were rusty.

And I need more practice on straitening nails. I don't have the hand strength to keep the nail from twisting when I hit it on the bowed area. Maybe some lessons while you are here later this month?

Colin -N- Lori said...

I love to reuse things!! I HATE getting a new piece of paper to write a list on, I would much rather use an old envelope. However, I draw the line at ziplock bags, something I know Debby is good at. Jason, you are just so thoughtful!! And David, when are you going to come here?

beckyV said...

I love this story. I always worry about teaching my kids to work. It seems that with all of our modern conveniences there is not much left to do for ourselves. Ray is actually better at making them work than I am, he is much more patient with their inexperience and lack of perfection. But this story has just highlighted to me how I need to make my kids participate in my daily household chores more!!

Colin -N- Lori said...

Christina really hit the nail on the head, am I right?
It's a good lesson to learn to be frugal. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned in planting 9000 trees too, but I haven't figured that one out yet.
We have all indirectly benefited from Grandpa's lessons in frugality and thrift and hard work through Dad.
By the way, when are you coming out here this spring? I have a fence that will need installing. You're grandkids miss you too.

Mike and Char said...

What a sweet gift! I love the thread...and all of your comments, they speak to poignant lessons, sweet memories, and the deeper meaning that we should see in so many facets of our lives...Happy New Year you guys! Char

David and Debby said...

The trees are going to make mom and I live longer - all the extra oxygen.
Thanks to my dad, I have a hard time paying anyone else to do something for me, because he taught me how to do it myself, or at least how to figure it out. Sometimes that's a curse. Just ask Mom, who never has any time with me because I'm involved with some project. Which brings me your fence. We're planning to get out there this spring (April or May) to see my grandkids, and fence-building will supply the manditory project. I'll bring the nails.