One fond memory I have of Doctor Who is from January 29th, 1972, the day my youngest sister was born. My mom was in heavy labor and the midwife arrived at our house. My dad, sister and I, we were eight and six, hung out in the living room. I think my dad was getting pretty stressed out so the midwife called her son to tell him she was sending us his way. My dad drove us to the midwife's house, he sat in the kitchen drinking cup after cup of tea with the midwife's son, and my sister and I sat in the living room and watched Doctor Who. Finally the phone rang, it was the midwife calling to say my sister was born so we hurriedly headed home on a chilly January evening. We arrived at the house and my dad took us into the bedroom where my mom was sitting up in bed with our brand new baby sister!
Pictures of the scarf in the making:
|A good start.|
|About a third of the way done.|
|Finished scarf, about twelve feet long.|
|Who is hiding behind that enormous scarf??|