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.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A Parent's Role

Now I don't know what everyone's opinion is of country music. Honestly I used to hate it. Now I like the songs that tell stories among others. This particular one took on new meaning today. At lunch time I got Asher in his high chair and before we started eating I asked him if he wanted to pray before we ate. To my overwhelming astonishment he bowed his head and started talking. I am often concerned that I get upset with him too easily or that I am setting a poor example for him. I want to be a good husband, father and provider and fulfill my roles and responsibilities. This particular experience helped me to feel grateful to Crystal for being a really great example to Asher and Valerie. Also, it made me glad to know that despite the fact that I do most things wrong I am still doing some things right.

When I tried to take a photo of him praying as he often does he would not perform for an audience.


David and Debby said...

that is the greatest song, matt. thanks for blogging it for us. also, the guilt over not doing things quite right never ends. you are a good dad. asher has great examples in you and crystal and valerie. we are proud of you. xoxoxo

David and Debby said...

like father - like son. They do and believe what we teach them, and once they learn it they will never loose it.

abbynormal said...

You know, I used to have a roommate that only listened to country music. At first I barely tolerated, and then I developed an appreciation, for the same reason you mentioned - sometimes the stories they tell are really beautiful.

I worry/wonder sometimes which of my habits (good and bad) my kids will notice and emulate. Hopefully there will be more good than bad. But Asher's smile tells me that you guys are doing very well with loving and teaching him all the right things.

Matthew said...


I hope this doesn't get you in trouble but one of the times I got my mouth washed out with soap was from repeating you;-) You were a great father though.

Crystal said...

Valerie said "ssssssit!" in a very dramatic way one night when we were driving my pick-up and ran over a speed bump. I was like... ehhhmmm... not cool