This caught my attention, and I'm gonna ramble about ___ Where ‘Roger That’ Really Comes From by The Editors of Popular Mechanics

Here I go---again--I should be canning my fresh picked green beans, and then the beetroot...no not  together in the same jar.  

I  love to read these short informational pieces that appear on the interwebs from time to time....and the "Popular Mechanics" caught my attention, as I had never seen them referenced before today. 
Time was way back in the 1960's I would be at the neighbors house, with my best friend, sitting on their semi-enclosed front porch, talking about buying new school clothes (and how much I hated school,which I really did hate),  how gloomy humid, rainy, cold and clammy day was, or about the Beatles latest record, and reading comic books.   One day her older brother  left a copy of Popular Mechanics on top of the comic books.....I paged thru it and thought how cool, love to page thru it till this day, still don't understand it very often.

Holy shades of "Rat Patrol", Batman,where the answer to a question that I have wondered about since my Dad told me stories about WWII. It's good to find answers to questions.

 

 Where ‘Roger That’ Really Comes From

The Editors of Popular Mechanics

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The term “Roger that” is a widespread term for confirmation, either between truckers on their CB radios, kids playing back and forth with walkie-talkies, or even face to face. But it’s easy to adopt the phrase and understand what it means without ever really knowing where it came from. So here’s a (very) brief history for your edification.

“Roger” comes from the phonetic alphabet used by military and aviation personnel during WWII, when the use of two-way radios became a main form of communication and operators need crystal clear ways to spell things out with no room for misinterpretation. You may be familiar with the current NATO version of the phonetic alphabet (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, etc.), where the the word for “R” is Romeo, but before that standard was adopted in 1957, the words were a bit different, and the word for “R” was “Roger.”

But the use of “Roger” as a confirmation has roots that go back even further, according to a blog post by Jakub Marian. In the Morse code days, when sending long messages could be arduous, a useful shorthand was to respond with single, meaningful letters.

Responding to a message with the letter “R,” for example, simply let the sender know their message had been received. When two-way radio came along, the shorthand continued, but with the word “Roger” instead of “R” itself.

Even though Roger has since been replaced with Romeo (and was “Robert” before it was ever Roger), the widespread use of the two-ray radio during the WWII wildly popularized the saying we still use so casually today. Roger that?

haiku~~~~~~helping Dad plant the garden

picking up spilt seeds

 carrying then to the garden

Dad helps me plant them

 

A memory from what must be all of 65 years ago. 

The barn is gone now,  The garden is now mine and very small, but in those days it took a tractor to till it.  Our saved seeds were kept in Mason jars, one of them was broken, the one with the pea seed in it.   My Dad and I carefully picked seeds out of the broken glass, and then  carried them out and neatly placed them in the shallow depression  that we really hoped would be a  fine rows of peas, lots and lots of them.   He began planting at one end of the row, and I started at the other. my little kiddo hands couldn't hold many pea seeds  so I was out of seeds quickly.  Off I went to the barn to get more seeds.   The doors were open and the gaps between the the boards let in plenty of sunlight,  carefully I picked the dried peas out of the broken glass and put them in my pockets, when they were full I  picketed  a hand full more, and headed for the big barn door, which had swung closed while I was inside the barn, it took both hands to open it, as I walked along the edge of the garden my father got up and quickly walked toward me. When he got close he pulled out his white handkerchief and held out his hand and said, "give me those seeds",  when he put them on a rock, there was blood on them and on me.   He wiped away the blood on my hand and tied it up with then his handkerchief, sealing it with a kiss.  

We had a good crop of peas that year,   And i have a now faint scar that reminds me of some good memories.