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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14 comments:
I can kind of remember my mom having one like that. Wow, talk about law suit!
What? No cup holders? Not shade umbrella? No steering wheel/raddle/toy's attached? No one hand folding mechanism? No speakers that you can plug your i-pod into to play some soothing baby music? The back doesn't fold back so the baby can lay down and sleep? Did I forget anything?
Jason
Is that a stroller or a shopping cart? I think I used one of those at Home Depot last week to load my cement on
When????
the seat actually did fold down, if any of you are wondering how you slept in it. i think i just used it for leslie and becky. i think we graduated to an umbrella stroller for colin.:)
I was going to ask if that was Becky! Love it! People in the 70s would have died if they'd seen the evolution of the stroller. We've come a long way!
Okay, maybe the seat folded down, but where did the baby put it's head?! Did it just hang off the end? WOW!!
Thank goodness they're still alive!! Hahahah j/k mom. But my kids sure are lucky.
In fact, we had a stroller like that for my brother when he was little. Midwesterners dont throw ANY.THING. away, ANYTHING.
I finally decided after months of agonizing over it that it was not worth the fight or the craziness to get my 12 year old baby stuff from my exhouse last summer.
Obselete Shmobsolete...
Along with all the things the strollers didn't have is a whole list of other things the 60's-70's didn't have: No disposable diapers, no seat belts, no car seats, no bike helmuts, no airbags, no trigger locks, no kid-proof bottles, no HASMAT, no kid-proof door/cabinet locks, no 4,000 spf sun screen, no lawsuits. Life was great. And, you are all living proof that none of you died.
Just a little perspective.
Dad
I forgot. Add to the list: No government control of our lives.
Dad
HAHAHA dad!!
But, bonus, they did have one thing we don't have now -- head injuries!
HDTV, need I say more?
Jason
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