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. 
9 comments:
You should take hydrcodone more-often! I love this post!!
You know, that's the same drug I got to take after my foot surgery. I feel like I missed out, because as far as I remember I never got all loopy like that! ...or did I? Mom?
I assume you contacted Doug and he was able to help you, or did you buy street "stuff". I tried to call you, but did not have your phone number and the # I called was a lady from our ward and when I asked how her husband was, she said, he died 14 years ago. I hope you are doing well. Call if I can help. We are waiting for Doug and his family to get here and spend a week with us.
Porter
Wait, whose Beemer? I thought you had a Murano. Nice!
Sweeeeeet. The only way that road trip could be fun is if you were drugged up.
My son-in-law, the drugger, experiencing his first euphoria rush. Next stop: the asylum.
But actually Alex, this is what you get when you mix hydrocodone with an iPhone - a very entertaining post. Love the smooch photo. You may have to take those pills more often so we can all vicariously feel your joy and have a good laugh.
David
I did this? Funny...I don't remember.
I'm doing better. We got to Monterrey, and the pain actually got worse, not better. So, I went to a dentist here and he pulled the wisdom tooth that was causing the problem. (Thanks, Uncle Porter, for your help.)
Unfortunately, we had to miss Thanksgiving with Dana and Jason, but hope to be able to go tomorrow.
That is way sad. I am really sorry about your tooth. I have been extremely, extremely blessed in the tooth department. Matt has been having much pain from a molar for about a month now and it gets so bad he can hardly talk, so I can imagine that was just awful.
I do hope you had some Thanksgiving fun.
We love you guys~
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