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The archived posts about former Rolfe High School teacher Dave Spaulding provide an explanation of the following transcript.

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Mr. Spaulding on his 82nd birthday, Aug. 18, 2009. (Click photo to enlarge.)

L.:  What did your parents, or what did your wife think about your use of explosives? Were they like, “Hey, go right ahead,” or were they concerned?

Mr. S.:  Oh, my wife, I suppose, worried a little bit about it.  I told her not to worry.  I said if anything ever blew up on me I’d quit that work.  But, she got used to it.

L.:  And, how about your parents?

Mr. S.:  I didn’t have any parents then.  I wasn’t in this business until I was, I don’t know, out of college and teaching and so forth.  I never really had any parents to speak of.  I had a father but he was killed in a fire when I was eleven and I wasn’t living with him at the time, luckily.  And Rosalie’s [Mr. S.’s wife] mother-in-law, I never had much to do with.  I don’t claim her as a mother.  When I was two years old she abandoned me and moved back to Chicago where she was in her home territory.  I don’t know who took care of me until I got old enough to remember.  But I lived with all sorts of people.

L.:  So, did you say your mother abandoned you when you were two years old?

Mr. S.:  Yes.  I lived with my grandparents, then, I think, and my oldest brother.

L.:  After you were two years old?

Mr. S.:  Yes.  Well, after I got to be, I don’t know, five or six, then I lived with my father again.  So, I lived with all sorts of people.  Whoever would take me in.

L.:  So, your mother abandoned you when you were two, and then you lived with your grandparents until you were five or six, and then you lived with your father.

Mr. S.:  I don’t know who I lived with when I turned two to maybe, I don’t know, five or six.  I don’t really know.

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The sixth and last part of this series will be posted by Friday night, the 25th.  After that it will likely be around three weeks (give or take) before I post about Mr. Spaulding again.  (How long it takes to have a new blog-ready transcript is unpredictable.)  If you have some questions you want me to ask him, but don’t want to comment here, you may email them to me at mariongundersonart@gmail.com .

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To understand this post, it will be helpful to first read the prologue to this series.  It will also help if you read the first three parts, the titles of which are included in the archival list of postings about Mr. Spaulding.

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L.:  I know that you blew up a large tree stump for Bill.  I know you blew up a silo for some friends of ours from Webster City.  About how often did you do things like that for people?

Mr. S.:  Whenever they’d call me.  I didn’t do much of that work in the wintertime.  You had to drill into the ground and it doesn’t work very well in the wintertime, unless there was something above ground.  I suppose I’d get a couple of calls a month.  Gradually the word got around so they knew who to call because nobody else did that.

L.:  Did you do it mainly as a hobby, or did it become a nice source of supplemental income, or did you mainly do it almost for nothing?

Mr. S.:  No, no.  I had to buy the explosives.  I had to buy the dynamite and the __________ and all the rest of the stuff.

L.:  As far as for your service?

Mr. S.:  I charged for the work, too.  Not a specific amount, just according to how much of explosives I used, basically, and the time and the mileage.  Sometimes I’d have jobs clear up in Minnesota that I’d get called up to do.  Sometimes I’d go out with some of those jobs and in a day I could get around two or three hundred dollars.  That was welcome income.

L.:  What was the most unusual thing that someone had you use explosives with?

Mr. S.:  Oh, I’d have to think about that.  I used to blow down a lot of silos, these clay tile silos.  (Now silos are made out of poured concrete.  The older kind is just made out of clay tile.  Some if them, I guess, were made out of concrete tile…individual pieces they’d build up like concrete bricks.)  I’d do that by marking Xs on the tile every so far apart, a couple of rows apart about half way around, and then I’d knock a little hole in the tile and then I’d put in the homemade firecrackers I’d made.  I’d put those in all the holes and hook them all together with a real fast burning fuse, a special fuse, and light it and stand back and watch.  And, then boom, boom, boom, they’d work their way around the side and then, crrrrash, down it’d come.  That was a lot of fun.  I liked that work.

Mr. S.:  [Explanation about a detonating cord.]

L.:  How much would it cost just for that cord?

Mr. S.:  Oh, I’d hate to tell you that.  You buy it in hundred-foot rolls, and one roll is about forty or fifty dollars, I think.  I can’t remember now.  It cost a fortune at that rate.  It was very useful for getting things to go off simultaneously, so to speak.  Sometimes I’d have several big trees that they’d want me to take down.  I’d get charges under each one of them and hook them all up with __________ and, boom, they’d all go at once.  That saved a lot of going back and forth, a lot of running.  I never did any running, anyway.  I used enough fuses, two fuses.  I could just walk off at a good pace.  I’d hate to think I was running and trip and fall too close to the charge, so I walked.

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Part V will be posted by Wednesday night.

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This post is a continuation in a six-part series about Mr. Spaulding and his experiences with explosives.  Click here for a list of archived posts about him, including the first post about him as a highly effective educator.  (If you don’t read some of the archived posts, you might not understand the following transcript.)

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Mr. S.:  I had a mixture when I was in college.  I’d take __________ and __________.  You’d have to handle them very carefully and separately because together the friction could ignite them.  Hit that with a hammer or board or something and it’d make a tremendous bang.

I had a mixture of the two in a little test tube so I could pour some out and stomp on it.  It was just a tiny test tube…about like my little finger…with a cork on it.  And, I had that in my pocket.  I went to the movies.  I don’t know if it was day or nighttime.  But, anyway, just body heat set that off when I had it in my pants pocket.  There was a big whoosh and I looked down and saw a big glow, and a cloud of smoke.  I went tearing out the front door to the water fountain across the street, and the whole theater emptied out.  They thought there was a fire in the theater.  They wouldn’t let me back in to watch the movie.  Can you imagine that?!

L.:  I assume your clothing got burned then?

Mr. S.:  It burned through the pants pocket and burned into my leg.  __________ burns take a long time to heal, too.  But, I was kind of aggravated that they wouldn’t let me see the rest of the movie.  I don’t think they let me back in that theater for months.

Mr. S.:  I’ve had a lot of quaint mishaps.

L.:  Any others that you think of right off the bat.

Mr. S.:  When I was in high school?  No, I can’t think of anything now.  There probably were but I can’t think of them.

L.:  You said you gradually learned to make fireworks on your own.  Did you learn to make them on your own completely by trial and error?  Or by reading?  Or by learning from other people?

Mr. S.: Mostly from the encyclopedia.  I’d look up __________ and find out what was in them, and so forth.  Otherwise you wouldn’t even know where to start.

L.:  Did you have access to the encyclopedia at your library or at school?

Mr. S.:  At school, mainly.

L.:  You already mentioned about the movie theater experience from when you were younger.  I’m wondering if you have any experiences with explosives that you think were the most fun or the most scary…most memorable.

Mr. S.:  Oh, I had a safety fuse for blasting.  You put a cap on the end and that contained something like __________, which is very sensitive stuff.  It goes off fairly easily.

L.:  So what were you doing with this?

Mr. S.:  I was doing blasting work, where you use a fuse and caps, put a charge under a stump, or whatever you’re trying to get rid of.  I had cases where the fuse had burned down and I was off ducked behind a tree and nothing would happen.  So, I’d go back up there timidly…carefully…and, just in case something would happen, I’d grasp the fuse in one hand and with the other hand stuck a finger in my ear.  That was foolish.  I did it just for good luck, I guess.  I don’t know what good that’d done if it had gone off, but I might have saved one ear that way.  [Explanation about fuses.]

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Part IV will be posted by Monday evening, September 21st.

As a P.S., from reading Mona’s blog (Mona of Wild Faces Gallery where the prints of Mother’s watercolors are printed) I learned that a movie about the life of Georgia O’Keeffe will be showing on the Lifetime Channel tonight.  In case you don’t catch it tonight, there will be encores on the 20th and 22nd.  Mother loved the works of Georgia O’Keeffe.

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The prologue to this series of posts explains about the transcript below, including about the blanks ( __________ ) and the brackets [   ].  For the list of archived posts about Mr. Spaulding, including Part I and also an explanation of who he is, click here.

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L.:  Since you didn’t have enough money to buy what you wanted as far as fireworks, what did you use to make fireworks?  Did you just have things around home and you figured out how to combine them?

Mr. S.:  No, I’d buy chemicals like __________ at the drugstore and I could get __________ and __________ without any problems.  I could buy those over the counter.  I’d make a black powder that way.  [Explanation of a process.]  Then put it down on the concrete and whack it with a hammer.  It would make a roar like a shotgun.  [More explanation of the process.]

Mr. S.:  That other stuff that I burnt my hands on {told about in Part I}, that just gave me a good idea.  I’d put some of the explosive mixture in.  [Several sentence explanation about a chemical procedure.]  So then the __________ worked its way through the tape and would fall down into that mixture and go “bang, boom” depending on how much I had in there.  Depending on how much tape you put over __________, you could sort of time it…set it for a few hours…when it burned down, the __________ got through the tape and it’d drop down in the powder and “kablooey.” I could use just one thickness of tape and it would take a certain amount of time.  If I would double the thickness it would take longer.  I could roughly set it for the period of time that I wanted.  That worked pretty well.  [An explanation about outdoor locations in Mr. S.’s hometown—locations common to any town—where, when he was growing up, Mr. S. would harmlessly put a chemical mixture and wait for the “bang, boom.”]

L.:  Did you ever get in trouble for that?

Mr.: S.  They never found out.

L.:  About how old were you at the time you were just talking about?

Mr. S.:  Oh, I suppose I was about sixteen.

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Part III will be posted no later than Saturday morning, September 19th (which is also International Talk Like a Pirate Day…..aaaaaarrgh!).

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