HISTORY

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.
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Thursday, May 23, 2013

40 Years Ago this morning...

How do people ever stay married for 40 years?  Leslie and I were just talking about what a challenge it is to live with a person so different from you.  It is not easy.  There are so many things I have learned over the last 40 years, probably more about myself than anyone else.  Things are so wonderful the day you get married.  There is sort of a magical feel to it all.  It doesn't really last, but that is not a bad thing. You have to get used to real life.  So, over time I have learned that we are very different.  David is very detail oriented.  I am not.  I have improved a little in that area, though.  This is a gift, and almost all of our children have a beautiful hand crafted crib thanks to his attention to detail.  He will do things over as many times as it takes to get it right.   I can't always do that.  Sometimes I just want a project to be done.   I am fast, David is not.  There are good things about both.  I found out after about 10 years of marriage that he doesn't like Miracle Whip. I gave it up for him. He hates cucumbers and I hate olives.  He loves blue cheese dressing.  Uggg.   He eats anything, and I mean anything I make, and never complains, and usually complements me.  He has never limited me or quizzed me about the money I spend.  What a gift.  I am pretty responsible in that area, but maybe that is because he has given me so much freedom.  He loves his children  and grandchildren, fiercely--me too.  He was not always the King of Dads.  He was a really good Dad, but he has become the King of Dads.  David says our children always call me on the phone and never talk to him, but there are some things only he can answer and advise them on.   There are a lot of things we completely agree on.   The temple, our faith, Hawaii, Mama Inez, Sr. Iguanas, travel, X-files, going to the movies, great children, popcorn at the movies with carmel popcorn mixed in, being with our kids, going to the cabin, Alias, Raising Arizona, working together, and often thinking the same thing.

So what is the point of all this?  We have made it work, and it has gotten better and better.  Was it a marriage made in heaven at the beginning?   I don't know, but I think it is now.  He is what I am not.  I am what he is not.  We have blended our likes and dislikes, and most of the time, our home really is a heaven on earth.  Thank you David, for 40 wonderful years.  I love you., and the six beautiful children, and 15 1/5 even more beautiful grandchildren that have become our forever family.  I have a pretty good idea where we will be 40 years from now.  Thanks for that too.  I am a lucky girl.  I love you.

Debby

3 comments:

abbynormal said...

You two are a shining example to us all. We love you!

sinta lestari said...

Great story.. so inspiring...

Leslie said...

I just now read this. Love it.