I am just in tears... It is perfect.
What are your memories of the great men in your lives?
HISTORY
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.
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6 comments:
So. I will post a memory. I have no endearing memories of my biological father. He died when I was 22 and I only met him once- when I was 18. I grew up knowing Jim Scott as my "Dad" I still call him dad although realizing he was not my father was an interesting thing, for certain. I remember the summer I was five he had my 2 brothers and I as a single dad. He would work in the oil fields all day (and we would go to the pool) and at night, we would all sit on the front steps and he would teach us funny songs and pig latin. I entertain children for hours with those songs ;-) and pig latin can come in mighty handy. That is all I will say about that. I think that was the last summer I was with him, but it is one I think about at least once a week. Good and tender memories for sure.
What a good talk. I can't think of one specific thing right now (I'll be thinking about it) but Jason is so incredibly busy at work right now. He is doing the work of 4 people right now. Before too long they'll bring in two more people. Since Tuesday last week he has driven to Austin 5 times, Huston once, and Laredo once. He is stressed to the max, and I am having so much trouble motivating myself to clean the house or even have dinner ready by the time he gets home. And he never complains. I'm a lucky girl.
never complains but never helps either.
I first thought was that I would like to show this a handful of my customers that I am currently speaking to only through my attorney. Their is something to be said for Men and Woman owning up to their responsibilities and doing what ever it takes to make things right. But that is what happens when I look at the blog on my lunch break.
Jason
I love those mormon messages. I have so many memories of my dad. He is the best dad. I remember on our long drive home from Chicago once we were all so bored, so dad let us do his hair. (I think we have a picture somewhere). It was awesome. He had little ponytails sticking up all over his head. Love you dad!!
Also, something about the father of my children. I have always said that my kids are so lucky to have a dad like Ray. He is such a hands on dad and one thing about him is that he loves to just play with the kids. I could learn something from him in that area. He comes home from work after a long day and just plays with the kids. They wrestle, dance, get out of my hair for while :) He is so in the moment with them all the time. They get so much undivided attention from him. I am so grateful for that. Love you, Ray!
You guys should watch the father's day mormon message on the home page of LDS.org today. It is so good!!
Without taking much time to think about it I remember two memories fondly. First was when I was in High School and Dad sat up with me until 2:00am just talking because he felt like I really needed to talk.
The other was the summer I spent with Grandpa re-shingling his roof. Looking back I feel touched that I was the first person he asked to help him with it.
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