During World War II we were always on high alert -- blackouts, rumors of German subs off Galveston, proximity to shipyards, etc. My mother was the original "drama queen" (now you know where the girls get it). One particularly hot day, when I was about eight, we were upstairs and we began to hear explosions! My mother thrust me under the bed and told me to "save myself and not worry about her," and then went screaming through the house that the Japanese had attacked and we were all going to die! When it got quiet and we had survived, we tip-toed down the stairs and searched the house for damage. When we got to the kitchen we discovered that the canned peaches, which had been stored in the highest cupboards, had exploded.
That is my canning AND war story. After that we referred to it as "The Night The Peaches Attacked."
(Original photo stolen from this guy)
I remember it like it was yesterday. Both my mother and grandmother were excellent cooks and I grew up eating anything (raw oysters, crawdads, etc.) but I never felt the same about home canned food after that.