Nearly everybody had a case of dynamite somewhere in those days. You only had to worry about it when it got a little old and starting sweating nitroglycerine.
Quite so, which was why percussion caps were needed. Toss a stick of fresh dynamite in a fire and it would simply burn like wood. I never knew how much of a real risk that CB and mobile ham radios posed to causing caps to detonate prematurely. Maybe this risk only occurs when they’re wired up to one of those old plunger-type detonators, where a complete circuit existed at all times. Then the leads, which were not a twisted pair, could act as an antenna. Did dad tell you to be sure to keep the caps in a separate bag from the dynamite?
We still have the Ag Dept instructions for making
Ammonia and diesel explosives for use around the farm.
It was a different world back then from today...
**mn,liberalism..**mn Walter Cronkite..etc,etc,
My Dad was building a housing development in upscale Brecksville Ohio. The original owner’s house was being used as an office. One day, as a kid, I was tasked with cleaning out the basement of that house. I found 50 cases of dynamite, all sweating like crazy. It was no big deal then. My Dad got someone to remove them the next day.