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, April 19, 2015
Ducks in the Pond Quack a Happy Song
I was walking in the park last week, and I heard this duck quacking really loud. We have been watching the ducks for the last few weeks. The males are really pretty, and the females are mostly brown with just a few colored feathers. We have noticed that they have all paired up. They may have been paired up for a long time, but we gradually noticed it being more pronounced. Sometimes in the early morning we would see them out walking on the lawns, but usually they just go up and down the little stream in the park. A few weeks ago I did notice that there seemed to be one more female than male in the whole group. I wasn't sure, but I couldn't see a male with this particular duck. When I started walking last week, I saw only one pair of ducks. They were on the grass, quite a way from the stream, and I think they were sleeping. They had their heads down under their wings. Then I was over by the steam and heard this loud quacking. It didn't take me long to fid this one duck, all by herself floating down the stream and quacking. I don't know what she was doing, but it made me feel really sad that she was all by herself, since the whole group has gone. Notice, I am avoiding that phrase "flown the coop." In the last two weeks we have had four missionaries go home early. It's really hard. They each, I believe, have some big challenges they are dealing with. Sometimes, no matter what we do, life is hard. There is no way to soften the blow of some of these difficulties. The problem for me is that I love these young missionaries, and I am really sad for them. I will miss them. When I was at the airport a few weeks ago I saw this teeny little bird flying around. There are quite a few of them that live right by the parking garage at the airport. This scripture immediately came to my mind. Matthew 10: 29-31 29 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. 30 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. He knows when the sparrow falls. He knows when a little duck is left all my herself. Most importantly, he knows when missionaries have to go home early and they are hurting, and their family is hurting and we are hurting. He knows. He loves us all perfectly. He is there to comfort each of us. Because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, he knows exactly how we feel, and his arms are always stretched out to us. It is a perfect plan, and I am so grateful for a Father and Son who know us better than we know ourselves and love us perfectly. The 'very hairs of your head are all numbered." It is a very comforting plan.