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. 
26 comments:
AWWWWW!!! Colby and Eva have been watching Milo and Otis lately, they would LOVE Bailey! I am so excited for Jack and Mia!
Either your camera's blue-eye adjustment isn't working, or that dog is a space alien. Yeah, the best day of Jack and Mia's life, but the worst day of your life. No, seiously, it should be a lot of fun for them, and they will love her, as long as you feed, water, and walk her. The name Jasmine ring a bell? No, seriously, she's cute, and I'm sure she'll be a good watch dog for those long nights when Colin is at work. Congratulations. What's her name? Do we get to vote?
I LOVE pugs!!! That's exciting! Maybe I'll tell someone to surprise me with another visit so we can meet Bailey!
PS- my dog was Bailey too!
I knew her name was familiar! We probably would have chosen a different name, although I like Bailey, but since she is already 1 and we don't have to go the rounds with Mia on a name it will stay. She has been so, so good with the kids and even Cole has warmed up to her. He would protest loudly if she got close to him. The kids are LOVING it!
She is adorable!! It looks like she is smiling for the camera :)
OK, by my first comment I have proven that I am a moron. I see from your opening sentence that her name is Bailey. So, I vote for that name. Or, since she's a space alien, you could name her E.T.
Wow! what a great looking dog! And double happiness for pre-acquisition potty training!
And I btw, I like the suspense raising usage of white space!
So really, did anyone think I was talking about having another baby?
Agree- bailey's a great looking dog! Congratulations on the new addition. Looks like you guys are officially grown up...you have the house, 3 kids and now a dog!
Alex says as a p.s. to the family no one is allowed to use the name Nacho. Apparently it's for our future dog. (but if you ask me, there's still a debate about whether or not we'll have one.)
We're in Florida this weekend trying to find a place to live. We'll let you all know how it goes. XoxoXOO
I think there are some Croshaw baby siblings close together already, I really would not have been surprised... impressed! but not surprised. We will be embarking on that path soon if I get the "proceed with caution" nod from my Dr Thursday. Soon yes, but I have class schedules and summers to plan toward. Home diggy is not going to be able to stay at home any time soon (ever?!)
XoxoXOO? What's up with that? Just trying to mix it up a little, or is that with a Spanish accent, or what?
RE: dogs, When you have kids Leslie, you will succumb to the pressure and get a dog, and then you'll eventually regret it. It's the traditional cycle. It's part of life, part of our test here on earth. You must go through it sooner or later.
Dad
PS - David, splain white space. I'm old and don't understand.
XoxoXOO-I believe is a reference to Nacho Libre, dad (letter written to sis. encarnacion), and the white space is the blank space below the title of the blog post... I did seriously think for a second you might be making the announcement of a new baby, but I already knew about the dog, so the thought didn't last.
Dogs are a lot of work, yes, but I don't think I will regret having one. I think it is a great part of childhood to have a dog. I have very fond memories of Chomper, our golden retreiver (sp?). You may regret us having Bailey the next time you come and she licks your face in the morning. Mia just loves Bailey and Bailey loves her so much. It is clear who's dog she is going to be. Mia now pays more attention to the dog than she does Cole. Great for Cole, not as great for me.
I miss my dog every single day, but he could not live here with no fence and we cant do a fence right now, so he is in Maryland with a couple with a fence (and a wonderful dog now). Bailey was my salvation for so long. He and I were best friends. He comforted me when I was comfortless. I miss him daily.
poop and dog hair, barking at the neighboor, more poop, a little more dog hair. Poop on the bottom of Eva's foot from playing in the back yard. A dog hair somehow gets on my tongue from sleeping on my pillow that somehow got dog hair on it. Whining at 3am to go outside. Then more poop. Kennel bill, vet bill, heart worm medicine, more poop. Digging poop out of the tread of the bottom of my shoe with a stick. Everyone loves that. And to top it off you have to feed the thing twice a day.
Pretty much my feelings on a Dog.
Although I have softened up to our dog since she has made herself useful by licking up every crumb that the kids drop on the floor after dinner. That alone paired with the kids loving to pull her tail and play with her has justified her existence.
Jason
Ah, finally some rational thought. Thank you Jason: Poop, hair, expense, neighborhood conflict, discord with the kids because they didn't feed and walk the dog, etc., not to metion the teaming bacteria on everything she licks or sits on. But yet, somehow still worth it all, as the kids learn life lessons and "facts of life" that you don't have to find some impossible, creative way to teach them otherwise. A family dog can definitely be a great object lesson, disguised as a beloved poopy, germ laiden, inconsiderate family member with no accident insurance. OK, I'm convinced. Really, I'm very happy we had family pets as the kids grew up. You all turned out so well balanced. It had to be the pets.
Dad
Jason, you might be the only person in the world who understands how I feel about dogs. Seriously. Call me crazy, but I think I'd rather find impossible, creative ways to teach my kids things, than to have a poopy, dirty, hairy creature living in the same house with me. Oooo...and when they lick me, I want to throw up! Sorry dog-lovers, no offense!
Way to go Colin! I think this is a record number of comments.
I think Dad got Jasmine just so he could say I told you so in this post.
From what Jason said, dogs are like kids who shed who you aren't sealed to. The only thing worse is indoor cats, mainly because I am allergic. And the hair isn't as bad if you take 2 minutes out of your day to brush them. At least that's how Bailey is.
Yeah, ask Colin how many times he has brushed Bailey in 6 days. I have done three. He has not done three. I just view her as another child I have to do something for but without the sassy, screaming, fighting, back talking, fixing meals, nursing, convincing, bribing, and threatening. I say I am the winner here!
So then, shedding aside, dogs are better than kids you are sealed to... My point has been, try assinging that brushing to the kids and see how often it gets done. Somehow, they all turn out though, and life is good, in spite of kids, dogs, and ourselves.
That's 22 comments. Who wants to be #23?
I think it is tradition that the pets are for, "the kids" and the kid will take care of them, but it only takes a week before Mom or Dad are cleaning up the poop in the back yard, feeding them, and walking them.
I know that is how it worked for me growing up. And it is how it works now, and will forever.
Jason
My point exactly Jason, and the wise parent will recognize that inherent weakness in their munchkins and take it into account. Who am I kidding? We all wimp out and allow the pets anyway, recognition or not. It's genetic, I tell you. We only call it tradition because every time, those little rugrats force it on us - the kids, not the dogs - well, both actually, and we can't handle it. Sometime, ask Becky and Leslie what happened when I tried to sell Qincey the epileptic cocker spaniel. It was not a pretty sight.
I would like to hear about Becky and Leslie and what happened!
OK, When Leslie and Becky were about 9 and 8 years old, we had a buff cocker spaniel (Quincey) that was given to us by a girl who worked for me. He was possibly the most disobedient dog ever, with exception of Jasmine. We had Quincey for about 5 years. I had put some slag rocks into the window wells of the house, and found out later that they are thought to be radio active. Quincey had slected out one of these rocks and would spend hours throwing it in the air with his mouth, and barking at it. Later he developed occasional siezures. I suspected the rock as the cause.
Quincey was so disobedient that he made the addults' lives miserable, but the kids of course, loved him. There came a time that I had had enough, and decided to sell him. I put an add in the paper, for a reasonable price, not telling the kids my plan. We had a number of calls, and one night a couple came over to see him. At that point, the girls discovered what was up, and they both became distraught, crying and grieving profusely and telling me he was their dog and I couldn't sell him. You would have thought their mother had died. I had no idea they cared that much, and their lament softened my resolve. So, the couple comes over and likes the dog and start asking me about him. I just breifly mentioned that his health was pretty good,.... other than the seizures.
"Seizures?" they asked That was all it took, and their next response was, "Well,we'll get back to you." which of course, they didn't. So then all future callers were told that the dog was sold. We had Quincey for a a few more years, and then, once the girls became teen agers and got too busy to care, I quietly returned Quincey to his original owner, and she found another loving home for him.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
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