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, August 22, 2010

A Classy Ride Down Memory Lane

An old friend saw this cherry '66 Mustang at an antique car show and sent me the photo.  It is a spittn' image, right down to the paint color, of the Mustang I drove post mission, into marriage, and during the earliest years of the Croshaw family.  Leslie owned the back seat.  Becky had not yet arrived.  Debby and I drove it around Provo/Orem for a couple of years, until one day, a woman ran a stop sign on State Street, and I broad-sided her.  I remember there being some minor front end damage, but  the car was old enough by then (8-9 years) that the insurance company totaled it for $480 (1975 values.)  I loved that car, but to a poor college student, that sounded like a lot of money, and having no concept that '65-66 Mustangs would become highly sought classics, we took the offer, and they kept the car.  I've kicked myself a hundred times since then.  Oh well, at least we have the memories.


rebeccaV said...

Sweet car! I can just see you cruising around in that with your sweet 1970's mustache!

David and Debby said...

I resemble that remark!

abbynormal said...

ah, takes me back to the undergrad days...

rebeccaV said...

Abby, I forgot about your sweet 'stang! What was it's name?

Jason and Dana said...

That was really an unfortunate color.

abbynormal said...

What was an unfortunate color?