Young Wizards of the Airwaves calling for the Sloan's Liniment. By the time he had put the bed together, my father had heard enough to convince him, never again, to disturb the sanctity of that brass bed for wireless parts. One would think this episode would have finished Dad 's experi¬ menting once and for all, but fortunately—to my grandparents' credit— their sense of humour and tolerance helped them outride the storm and he was allowed to continue. Dad of course, did his "penance" in the office of the family insurance business, a business which was to be both a blessing and a nemesis. Just as it sustained " W.K ." through rough times in the fox business, it was to sustain Dad through rough times in the radio business. Shortly after the bed episode the young wireless enthusiast enjoyed a victory. He convinced Grandfather there might be something to "this wireless nonsense" after all. One day Dad managed to pick up some signals on his set. " W.K ." listened in, and through the crackling distortions he recognized Morse code! The old telegrapher must have been excited and proud. No steel wire—just a contraption using a few strands of light aerial wire picking up signals. Keith's role as an experimenter was given more respect, and his father's intolerance changed to encouragement. Grandma Rogers though, was still somewhat distraught over the disruption in her home as Dad acquired more coils, condensers, capacitors and wire. His little brother Tom was forced to move to another bedroom. My mother told me she met my father while they were both attending the vice-principal's class in high school. "I fell head-over-heels in love with him, but he was head-over-heels in love with wireless." Mother was able to disentangle him enough, however, to make him notice her, and eventually they became sweethearts. When she made her first visit to the Rogers home she was greeted with enthusiasm by my grandmother who thought Mother could take Dad 's mind off his wireless "obsession". Grandma warned her, "You've no idea what you're getting yourself into. Since he started this exper¬ imenting business nothing's safe. Last week he took my sewing machine apart trying to get it to wind up those coil things." But mother was not discouraged. He fitted up her room at home with a miniature sending-receiving set, and soon Morse code messages were flashing back and forth from the Rogers' to the Smiths '. "Hello ES. ( Flora Smith )...K calling. I love you. Do you still love me?"