Salvaging in the cellar

Spring rains have raised the humidity in my cellar, thus destroying the last of the winter squash. Four lovely Waltham Butternut are headed for the compost bin. The last six Northern Spy apples are turning to mush--also headed up the hill to the composter. But the shelves are still lines with mason jars of pickles, tomato sauce, giambotta (aka Grandma's junka food), blueberry and peach jams, apple butter, and apples sauce.
Grandma would have smiled to see all we preserved, and I think she's smiling right now, just listening to all the chatter out there about small farms, raising chickens, and locovores. You couldn't get much more local for her--veggie gardens, chickens, an occasional milk cow, goats, pigs, and the random lamb--all providing food for her kitchen.
What would Grandma think about being in a blog?