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.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

See for yourselves

Alex sent me these and I wasn't sure if anyone else got them, but here are some pictures of dad-dad-daddio's hand.


Crystal said...

HOOOOOOOLY pillow, I mean cow. Wow, I am not want to own a table saw any time soon. And you flew across the country the day after surgery!? DAGGONE!

Jason and Dana said...

As if I weren't already nervous enough about using a table saw. Seems to me that it would be a law of probability and a matter of time. Abby, what is the statistic on that one.
Every once in a while someone at work looses a finger. Lots of saws buzzing in our door shop.

abbynormal said...

Yeah, I think 1 in 12 people who regularly use a table saw lose a limb. He's pretty lucky that he kept 'em all. Dad, having been there not so long ago, I can empathize. I bet you're going crazy with all those bandages.

Matthew said...

Considering this is your second close call with a table saw I would think you'd be real leery about ever using one again. Know what I mean?

Alex Esparza said...

Thumbs Up means everything is ok is what david said when I took these photos.

David Chipman said...

whatever the stats are it took me 35 years of using the table saw to have a serious accident. not counting the minor one when i was a teenage, or the one with the radial arm saw 30 years ago. david croshaw using david chipman's computer, typed by debby croshaw