This is a story from my Grandma (Linda) about fireworks...
Mother & Daddy ordered lots of fireworks from a wholesale place every year. Sometimes we'd have company to shoot them and sometimes not. We would shoot them on the bank by the road and we had to have a washtub full of sand, a 5 gallon bucket for the burnt ones, and some cement blocks for those that needed to be level. One year some young preachers were there and one of them dropped a match in the box (greenhorns). That was the end of that.
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