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.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Winona Victoria Stone

Thirty years ago today my Grandma Scott died. I don't think any of you got to know her. It is your loss. I always felt such love whenever we visited Grandma Scott. I didn't really see her very often, maybe every other year, but every time we saw her was a treat. She made the most delicious homemade bread. She shaped every loaf into individual thick pieces of bread, kind of like those pull aparts if you have ever had them. I mostly remember being in her kitchen. What a happy place it is in my memory. She also told us wonderful, funny stories. She came out for my wedding in 1973. I don't know if I appreciated it as much then as I do now. It was a long drive, and she looked so beautiful at the reception. I just wanted to give all of you a little piece of her today. I am also including a photo of Maggie--she kind of looks like a Scott to me in it. Grandma is the little girl on the left.



David and Debby said...

OK, I'm waiting for all the snide comments about the wedding photo - the side-burns, the semi-mullet, the two-tone shoes, etc. Go ahead. I can take it. Just remember, you'll all be old someday and have to live down the great style you once had. Your mom looked like a million bucks though, didn't she? And check out that endearing look Grandma is giving me. I'm her favorite son-in-law, you know. Don't tell anyone, but I think I'm her favorite of all her kids.

Colin -N- Lori said...

Come on Dad, why would we comment about those things. Especially when you have that ginormous bowtie on. Of course I'm kidding. You look like a hundred bucks.
Seriously though, I'm sure we'll all have a chance to meet all our relatives we didn't have a chance to meet. Especially Grandma's relatives. She does a ton of family history.

Leslie said...

She was beautiful. I love hearing grandma talk about her. By the way siblings, don't even think about using the name Winona for one of your future children. I have dibbs and it's mine!

RayV said...

I wish I would've known about that name!!! I even always said that mom looks like Winona Ryder! I guess it's too late now. Anyway, dad, have you seen Ray's sideburns in our wedding pictures? I have always said that his kids are going to make fun of him for that! I can't wait to meet Winona. I agree, Maggie looks a lot like grandma, remember that one pic Leslie posted of little grandma in the overalls...they could be twins!!

Grandma & Grandpa said...

Dear Debby,
thank you for the reminder of who and what my mom really was. She was short (Matt) and funny and when she talked about her 'mamma' she cried. When I read Debby's note--I cried. There is such a loss when you mom is gone. Even today when I was outside and smelled the orange blossoms, I wished my mom was here to share their sweet fragrance with me. My life would always have a sense of sadness about it if I didn't know I would see her again. I have the assurance that I will because when grandpa and I knelt at the temple altar and sealed my mom and dad together, I Knew if I opened my eyes, I would see her. She was there and I suspect she is hovering around me now saying, "don't cry, sister, mom is here."

beckyV said...

That last comment was from me...Ray just did a new post on his blog, you should read it, it is really good...

beckyV said...

The link on this blog for Ray's blog is wrong, if you want to see it go to my blog and follow the link from there...

David and Debby said...

mom, you are right about grandma, except for the one of the characteristics we share--she couldn't smell :)

David and Debby said...

RE: Ray's link - I fixed it.

Colin -N- Lori said...

Moms and Grandmas are just so wonderful!! I am very blessed to have 3 of my grandmas still with me on earth and until just a few years ago my great-grandma whom I was named after. I haven't LOVED my name, Florence Ruth, but just being named after such a great woman has given it so much more meaning. When I go to N. Idaho this summer my parents and brothers will do her temple work, sealing her to her husband and her children, namely my mother's father. Debby/Mom, this post has caused me to remember some great times. Thank you!