inneedofmuses' #newtoWHO story:
So, my #newtoWHO story would be terrible, seeing as how I literally cannot remember the first time I watched Who. I had to ask my Dad, (image captured above) who was the guy who introduced me and my sisters to the Doctor. So instead, I slowly, and painfully, extracted my Dad’s #newtoWHO story.
Da used to tell me how his weekly treat and highlight, while he was little, was when his mother would take him to his Grandparent’s house to watch TV and drink a coke and eat Fritos. Just the image of him watching TV with his mess of blonde, curly hair, with a small bowl of Fritos and a coke, has always been humbling.
By High School, though, his Mom was finally able to afford a black and white TV for her, my Dad and my Aunt. It was on this small TV that my Da first watched Doctor Who. PBS was one of the only four channel choices available to him in Ohio in the 60’s and 70’s, so it wasn’t hard to find. He doesn’t remember who his first Doctor was, but his Doctor has always been Tom Baker. At this point in his life he was already immersed in the subjects relevant for understanding the show, having a collection of books to go along with his telescope, so this new show fit right in with his interests, even if he was the only one of his friends to watch it.
Dad’s always been fascinated with Science Fiction, and the possibilities that we as the human race might accomplish as well as who and what might be out there, waiting for us. He successfully passed that love, nerdery, and insanity, down to his three daughters, starting with Doctor Who. And although he loves Tom Baker, he made sure we got a well rounded education with all the Doctors, so by the time of the reboot, we were well hooked.