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, June 14, 2009
OK, so some of you may not think this is a temple blessing, but you will never convince me otherwise. Friday I went to the temple with my friend Terry M. (since this is an open blog, I am protecting her identity). I got this really unusual woman's name, one I have never gotten before. just her regular given name, not anything i cannot reveal to you. OK, i am vascillating between capitals and noncapitals. Anyway, Dad and I are on the airplane, almost to Portland, and i realize that i have no idea what company i rented the car with. i have visions of us going from one car company to another for hours. then, the name of this lady pops into my head, a name of a well known car rental company. hmm, i am thinking. could it be? we get off the plane, and i am a little anxious to get the car thing settled. when we walk into the car rental complex. i asked dad to go to the first place we saw, thrifty, and see if we have a reservation there. there was no personnel there. i walk in to the other area and walked past all others, directly to the car rental agency that popped into my head. i explain that i don't have any idea which agency i rented the car with, but could she check for a reservation in my name or David's name. guess what! bingo! i don't want to mix gambling terms with my religious experience, but it seems to fit. i rented the car from AVIS!!! Temple name on Friday--Avis Eddy, from Liverpool, England. A little blessing from afar(in a galaxy far, far away--the spirit world) from Avis to help me on my way after I helped her.