Yes, very good--pass on the tradition. This experience was the sowing
of "the seed". Honestly, I have a very dear unofficially adopted
daughter who has said she wants to learn to make pear butter for her
soon-to-be husband. He loves it and I feel I need to pass this on to
her so that love never dies. : - )

Now for a story:
When I was a kid, I have memories of my Gram canning just about
everything. She was born in 1912. PA Dutch German. Grew up in big
family on a farm in Johnstown. I remember relatives saying that you
could live in her house for years without leaving and never starve.
Large cabinets with jars and jars of everything imaginable were in the
garage. Although us kids were never allowed to help, (all that hot
stuff--too dangerous) I fondly remember the "plink" sound the jars
made when sealing. I think of her every time I hear one of my jars
seal. I dragged a dozen jars with me across the country several times
before settling in Texas--when I finally started using them. That
"seed" was planted long before it bloomed into a love for making
something out of often wild, picked by us ingredients.

....preserving, like bread making and baking, appeals to the inner
self: it's therapeutic, rewarding and fun.
From: "Perfect Preserves" by Hilaire Walden