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.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Seriously Blessed

I have to say that I have the best brothers anyone on this earth could possibly have. You are all aware of David's recent brush with the table saw. At the Emergency Room, actually before I even entered, I called my brother Gerald (far right) and asked him to call my uncle (David, Larry to some but not to the original Christensen clan)) to come to the hospital to give David a blessing. I didn't have any details, but I knew he needed a blessing. Soon they both arrived and gave David a wonderful blessing. Gerald and Donita stayed at the hospital with me until we knew what was going to happen (Life Flight to SLC, since there were no hand surgeons available in Pocatello or Idaho Falls and the Life Flight nurse just happened to be a member of our Stake Presidency. Isn't it interesting to recognize the Lord's hand in our life?). I was getting ready to drive myself to SLC at approximately 12:30 a.m. I convinced Gerald that I would be fine. He called me a short time later, or maybe it was Donita, and no, Gerald really didn't think I would be fine alone. He drove with me to SLC, relating much of the Priesthood Session, and just casual conversation that kept me awake and relatively relaxed. My brother Scott (far left) received a call around midnight asking him to please go to the University of Utah Medical Center and meet the helicopter, so David wouldn't be alone there. He, of course, willingly agreed, and was soon on his way, and was there when Life Flight landed. They both stayed there keeping us all relaxed. They were with me, pretty much beside me, every step of the way until David was wheeled into surgery. No girl ever had two better brothers. Who else would willingly drop everything to come to my aid? Who needs sisters when you have brothers like these? They have set the sibling bar pretty high. I love you both with all my heart. Debby

1 comment:

Crystal said...

Aww, that made me teary and (I can say this because we are not blood related), your brothers were so handsome!

I am so glad you had them there to ease your soul and give you peace. I can tell you Matt was most upset that you were upset and his tears were for you. He knows his dad is durable and optimistic, but his heart was breaking being so far away from you and unable to offer any comfort to you. I am glad your big brothers could... What a serious blessing indeed.