My father used to tell about driving up the 25 miles to Saluda S.C. to the hardware store in the middle of town to buy a couple sticks of dynamite and some blasting caps and when he told the clerk what he needed he expected they would have to drive out of town to some place to get it. The clerk just turned around and opened the door to a closet behind the counter and there were cases of dynamite along with the blasting caps and fuse in there..... He also said the dynamite was starting to sweat and he was a little nervous as he drove home with it. This was for blowing up a damn for a local farmer.. One of my earliest memories is being on a dirt road and my father running up and grabbing me and running with me then there was an explosion and dirt started falling out of the sky.
