Yes, I know... just wait if we ever DO have a baby- it will be at least 10 posts/day.
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, October 11, 2007
Compassion
I have no idea what happened when I first started typing this, so here I go again. Last week one of the counselors in the RS called and asked if I would help with her lesson the next Sunday. The topic was on compassion. I thought a lot about it and decided that looking (for some one to help) and listening to the small voice or that sudden thought that comes to you and then acting on it. Dad said that he thought that compassion is learned. And this memory came to me.
When I was a little girl we lived out at Mission lake in Horton, Ks. My dad was the caretaker and it was an extremely popular place for people to go to. There was boating, swimming etc. I was probably 8 or 9 years and you would never know to look at me now, that I was kind of a frail child. The winters in Kansas can be extremely cold, especially when the north wind would blow. When it was really cold my folks wouldn't let me walk the 2 miles to school. At this time, it was during the depression, that the govt. had different projects going to try to help people get jobs. Anyway, at this time the REA hired boys, probably late teens, to work at the lake, I'm not sure what they did, but I remember them. I remember my mom saying to my dad on those bitterly cold days, "Bill, it's too cold for those boys to be out working in this cold. You go get them and bring them into the house." My dad did and the boys came into our warm house. We had a 'warm morning' pot bellied stove that heated the rest of the house. My mom would say to the boys that if she had more wood for the cook stove in the kitchen, she would pop some corn. Like a flash the boys would go out to the wood pile and bring in lots of wood and my mom would pop corn. Right next to our house was an apple orchard and after the harvest we would go out and pick up the windfalls and we would have a winters supply of apples. Just below the apple orchard was a field where they grew pop corn and again, after the harvest we would go and glean popcorn and then sit around and take it off the husks. So, we had apples and pop corn for the REA boys and for our family. What a treat it was. During those days the boys and I would play chinest checkers and I got really good. But looking back I wonder how many of those games they let me win. I still have the marbles and the chinese checker board. I treasure them.
Years later mom and dad and I moved to Idaho and when your grandpa and I moved to California they moved back to Kansas and bought the house they would live until my dad had to be moved to a rest home, and later so did my mom. Anyway, back to my story. When spring came my dad needed to have the space plowed up where he would plant his garden. We always had a hugh garden. So, dad called this one man in town and made arrangements for him to come and plow his garden spot. He came down and plowed my dad's garden and did what ever it was to smooth it out. When he finished my dad started to pay him and he said,"Bill, you don't have enough money in your wallet to pay me. You may not remember, but I was one of the boys that you and Mrs. Scott took in out of the cold back when I was just a boy."
I guess compassion is made up of many things, but learning is certainly one of them
Love,
Mom, Grandma and Great Grandma
When I was a little girl we lived out at Mission lake in Horton, Ks. My dad was the caretaker and it was an extremely popular place for people to go to. There was boating, swimming etc. I was probably 8 or 9 years and you would never know to look at me now, that I was kind of a frail child. The winters in Kansas can be extremely cold, especially when the north wind would blow. When it was really cold my folks wouldn't let me walk the 2 miles to school. At this time, it was during the depression, that the govt. had different projects going to try to help people get jobs. Anyway, at this time the REA hired boys, probably late teens, to work at the lake, I'm not sure what they did, but I remember them. I remember my mom saying to my dad on those bitterly cold days, "Bill, it's too cold for those boys to be out working in this cold. You go get them and bring them into the house." My dad did and the boys came into our warm house. We had a 'warm morning' pot bellied stove that heated the rest of the house. My mom would say to the boys that if she had more wood for the cook stove in the kitchen, she would pop some corn. Like a flash the boys would go out to the wood pile and bring in lots of wood and my mom would pop corn. Right next to our house was an apple orchard and after the harvest we would go out and pick up the windfalls and we would have a winters supply of apples. Just below the apple orchard was a field where they grew pop corn and again, after the harvest we would go and glean popcorn and then sit around and take it off the husks. So, we had apples and pop corn for the REA boys and for our family. What a treat it was. During those days the boys and I would play chinest checkers and I got really good. But looking back I wonder how many of those games they let me win. I still have the marbles and the chinese checker board. I treasure them.
Years later mom and dad and I moved to Idaho and when your grandpa and I moved to California they moved back to Kansas and bought the house they would live until my dad had to be moved to a rest home, and later so did my mom. Anyway, back to my story. When spring came my dad needed to have the space plowed up where he would plant his garden. We always had a hugh garden. So, dad called this one man in town and made arrangements for him to come and plow his garden spot. He came down and plowed my dad's garden and did what ever it was to smooth it out. When he finished my dad started to pay him and he said,"Bill, you don't have enough money in your wallet to pay me. You may not remember, but I was one of the boys that you and Mrs. Scott took in out of the cold back when I was just a boy."
I guess compassion is made up of many things, but learning is certainly one of them
Love,
Mom, Grandma and Great Grandma
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Need Gymbuck$?
This is more aimed to the ladies (with babies) in the family. I have... um.... a bunch... of Gymbuck$ that it does not look like I will be using this time around. I found a fantastic coat, hat, gloves and dress for Valerie for Christmas and I still have $150 (off $300) left.
So.... if anyone needs (or shall I say "needs") Gymbucks let me know. I keep planning to go to Gymboree (the closest is an hour away) to peruse the back of the store for baby clearance, but I have had absolutely no time and I am not liking what is online.
So, let me know... how I miss working at that store sometimes, I stopped working there when Valerie was 8 and Janie and Jack spun off us.
Crystal
So.... if anyone needs (or shall I say "needs") Gymbucks let me know. I keep planning to go to Gymboree (the closest is an hour away) to peruse the back of the store for baby clearance, but I have had absolutely no time and I am not liking what is online.
So, let me know... how I miss working at that store sometimes, I stopped working there when Valerie was 8 and Janie and Jack spun off us.
Crystal
Monday, October 8, 2007
a new family member
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Happy happy birthday, mommy dear!

This is one of my favorite pictures of mom. Love you mom!! Happy Birthday!
love, becky
This is Dana now, I'm just going to add a couple pictures to Becky's post.


AND.......this is the funniest commercial!!! I laugh so hard every time I watch it. Just wanted to share.
FUNNY COMMERCIAL
Anyone know how you can make a link so people can just click on it? I can't figure it out.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
It certainly was awesome having birthday eve with Mom Croshaw and now... officially 39 minutes on this day of her birth. I am sneaky and got her to pose for some... interesting pictures with Valerie. My favorite one I have seen of Debby is the one of she and David asleep and snuggly at the airport- feel free to edit and post pictures of this woman we all love so much.
I personally feel tonight more strongly than ever before a great sense of gratitude and love for Debby and the steadfastness of her faith, the epitome of her example as a good mother, and her unfailing love for her family. All of her children are so lucky to have her as a mom and here is your chance to tell her why you love her, share a fond memory or send her well wishes (or all the above).
OXOXOXOX
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Thanksgiving fun
I just thought of something we could do when everyone is here for Thanksgiving. we need everyone's support and involvement in this one. You'll probably have to work out a little and stretch before you come. Everyone follow this link and practice the dance.
Leslie, you're in charge of costumes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTRNX5Yb0DU&NR=1
PS, I get to be Haini.
Colin
Leslie, you're in charge of costumes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTRNX5Yb0DU&NR=1
PS, I get to be Haini.
Colin
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Funny
Not to ruin the spirituality of the blog from that last post, but here are a couple hilarious things I saw tonight.
This one's a Nacho Libre tribute: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3150657336020865067
This one's the $250,000 America's Funniest Home Videos winner, and this one actually deserves it:
http://abc.go.com/primetime/afv/index?pn=videoplayer&id=364210
Colin
This one's a Nacho Libre tribute: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3150657336020865067
This one's the $250,000 America's Funniest Home Videos winner, and this one actually deserves it:
http://abc.go.com/primetime/afv/index?pn=videoplayer&id=364210
Colin
Prayer...it works
I had an experience with prayer this week that just reamffirmed to me that Heavenly Father is constantly watching over us and knows all of our needs, however insignificant. I was about to leave to pick Grace up from school and realized that Elliot was poopy. So I changed him and went outside to throw away his diaper. he ran up behind me and locked the front door, they are just those little push button locks. Well, we have a child proof lock on the front door so he couldn't turn the handle to unlock the door. So Elliot and Maggie were inside alone and I was supposed to be leaving to pick up Grace and I was locked out!! All of the doors and windows were locked, which I diligently check every day so I knew it was usless to try and get in on my own. So I went around to the back yard where we didn't have a lock on the door, but the door was deadbolted. The door is glass so Elliot could see me. We don't have a lock on that door because the deadbolt sticks and Elliot can't usually open it. So I said a prayer that Elliot would be able to turn the deadbolt and went to work trying to get his attention. It took us a while, Elliot walked away a couple of times, he tried to turn it a few times without any luck, but finally he reached up and turned the lock and the door opened!! I was so grateful that Heavenly Father was watching over me. That definitely strengthened my testimony of the power of prayer. All we have to do is ask.
love, Becky
love, Becky
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