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, June 6, 2010

Recent Events

We've been so busy with recent events, that the blog has suffered.  It is so great for us to have the last of you graduated, married off, or whatever, but the preparation, travel, and conducting of the events has been exhaustive.  Some of you have posted your photos here or on your own blogs, which have been great. Thanks for running interference while we recovered from the month of commotion.  Now, we will share some of our photos.

For starters, in early May, we lost our sisters when the mission closed their area.  It was great having them while it lasted.  We were blessed, and hopefully their work benefited.

Abby's Graduation:
Some of us met in DC, May 8, for Abby's MBA graduation event  It was a fun day.
Matt, Crystal, Valerie, and Asher  (Okay - Mostly Asher - my camera has an affinity for babies)

Here, Asher was obviously headed out for a day in the sun.

Can't help but wonder how the other guy looks.

Matt and Crystal, anxiously contem- plating what to do as Asher sum- marily dis- assembles the house.

Hey, check this one out little Buba.

Taking time on his rare day off to explain things to the boys down at cor- porate...

Matt, solving the world's problems over a little breakfast.

Could it be?  Is he finally wearing down?

Ahhh.  Finally!

Crystal multi-tasking as she holds the row for the gang.

It's Done - She's officially a Master - Post grad photos:

A peck on the cheek from the proud fiancee...

...and, a peck with the camera - a common stance for David

And here's the shot.  Not really, but a very similar one.

She's such a good poser.

The proud parents.

Uh-oh - He's awake again.

Can't wait for the future.

Okay, she's taken the cap off - must be about done.

Back to the house for some gradu- ation cake (cap), prepared by Chef David...

... and the awarding of the ultimate graduation gift from David, a base guitar. Now she can be a literal rock star.

Just one more photo...

And finally, back to the university for a night photo.

Okay, that about does it for the graduation. The Wedding is next (including the much awaited video of the group Chicken Dance, and of Elliot's break-dancing prowess.) But, this post is long enough, and it's late, so the wedding shots will have to wait for another day.


Crystal said...

These are fantastic photos! Seriously, they are great! Sorry to cut this short, Asher is climbing on his high-chair tray (again).

Crystal said...

I also should mention- poor Asher was so excited about the pool we had up (before I threw its holiness away) that he ran to it (he runs EVERYWHERE) and he fell. It just hated watching it! Ugh. I still feel sick to my stomach when I think about it...

As for the bass. Niiice. That is a cool gift, indeed.

David and Debby said...

Crystal, I remember you told me Asher took a nose dive in the driveway. Hurts just thinking about it.

Crystal said...

It was defintely a rough fall to watch, poor boy. I put the pool at the end of thr driveway because it is the only flat area around out house besides the trampoline... Which could be fun... And much less-likely to cause boo-boos... Hmmm. Regardless, I keep thinking one day I will not have to say, "slow down, Asher," but I realize I am just wishful with those thoughts...