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.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Pizza Santa

We were out running errands around dinnertime when I remembered that a local pizza place had a commercial about having pictures with Santa Claus. He kind of reminded me of the Gimbles santa from Elf. I didnt have my camera with me, just my phone. (AND I forgot to take my camera to the ward Christmas party for the the 3rd year in a row.) So I guess this picture is as good as it gets for us. This was the first year no one cried about seeing Santa. For the last month my kids have said they want to ask Santa for Colby: a scooter, Eva: makeup, and Lilia: a scooter. Minutes before I asked them what they were going to tell Santa they wanted and Eva had changed it to a big Barbie car with lots of Barbies and Colby changed his to an Xbox. (That one was thanks to his daddy's suggestion.) I had to remind them what they really wanted, and what Santa was already planning on.


abbynormal said...

Ooh I like this game! Keep the pictures coming!

David and Debby said...

Yes, let's see some more cousins with Santa. Any form of Santa will do, e.g. this sort of contemporary Euro Santa. Bring 'em on.

rebeccaV said...

Santa didn't even come to our ward party, boo. Now I have to take my kids to the mall where the only reason they have a Santa is to make money off the crappy pictures they take and give you the eye if you don't buy any. Bah humbug!