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, November 1, 2009
Valerie was at Six Flags DC with our friend from church, Alexis, so after daddy got some sleep, it was dusk. We handed out candy. I LOVE this photo because LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS! The thing is, he had NEVER had candy, but he just KNOWS he will like it. We let him have a few M&Ms. He put so many in his mouth he could hardly breathe. It will be a while before he has candy again.
Matt was a dingy blonde for a bit
Waiting for Trick or Treaters- is a lion in a Tigger stroller a Liger?!
One CUTE lion
Trunk or Treat ward party- the Vampiress (Valerie has ALWAYS wanted to be something "pretty", I always wanted to be something scary).
Practicing for Halloween... oh, costume aisle, how we will miss you.
Valerie and I did crafts last week- she painted this herself and I painted a jar. Part of it is talent, part, GREAT INSTRUCTION and enough CAN NOT BE SAID for having the right tools. "the craft lady" has everything you need to do a good job.
Hope everyone had a happy Halloween.
This was the last time I dressed up- 2006. I was a pirate. Matt and I were "just dating" (he was at my house every day and I made him dinner every night...) then. I often feel bad for Matt in terms of how I look now, but he never makes me feel bad about it. Seeing pictures of myself though... sheesh. I really want to look better, but I just have no time to work out and that is the "only" thing that has changed...
Finally, we have the "good" neighborhood to Trick or Treat. It was truly amazing how many children and parents lined our streets!