***Her son found some blasting caps.***
When I was young out in the mining and oil camps of the west, all the schools had assembies in which we were warned to look out for blasting caps.
We never found any, but dad did find a stick of dynamite in a house we rented. He had been in the Combat Engineers and loaded us all up in the car, took us way out into the country and showed us how to slice up and destroy a stick of dynamite.
If that thing had gone off in the car I would not be writing this today.
Today, if a stick is found, there is a evacuation of the area, and the police bomb squad blows up the stick without removing it from the area.
My husband’s family was cleaning out an old shed and his aunt not knowing what they were, handed him a box of blasting caps to throw in the burning trash. It blew up the 55 Gallon barrel and all that was left were the top and bottom rings. He was full of shrapnel and most of his hair was burned off. He was very lucky.