Your story reminded me of freshly canned vegetables and fruits all colorful and neatly lined up on the porch and the pops of the lids sealing sometimes at night. I can still taste those watermelon rind pickles and chow-chow that my mama made. Personally, I hated canning, but I loved the product of that hard, hot work on a plate in the wintertime. I much preferred helping my daddy make sausage and hang the hams and bacon in the smokehouse. And Jellamy is a perfectly good word! LOL.