Like an abundance of zucchini from a single plant, last week’s column about my lack of a green thumb resulted in a bushel of TLC – Tender Loving Comments – from gardener readers.

One reply was actually from a Gardner, first name Rick, who wrote: “I am inept with plants despite my last name. I had to marry a woman with a green thumb to salvage my family credentials.”

I believe that’s called “marrying up,” Rick. Alas, my much-better half is no better at making a campfire than myself so my Woodburn-ing family credentials remain unsalvageable.

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            More seriously, Marcella Klein Williams replied by sharing the wisdom of a philosopher: “I think we all grow a little straighter when somebody reads or sings to us.”

Truth be told, Marcella has made a career out of helping young people grow a little straighter – and taller and more confident – as an elementary school teacher, principal, administrator and now STEM Director at Oxnard College.

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            “I have a green thumb,” Lauren Siegel wrote proudly while making no such claims about her singing voice. “I confess I have never read to my plants. Now I’ll be singing to them and they will probably start to droop, lol!”

I am reminded of the grade-school experience of my elder brother who, week after week, was released from music class early. He proudly said it was because he sang so well, but the truth turned out to be he simply sang so awfully loud – and loudly awful – that he could have made a plant droop and was distracting the rest of the chorus.

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            Dorene Cowart was one of numerous readers who commented on my column about the famous Victory over Japan Day photograph of the sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square: “I was at Grace Hospital School of Nursing when that photograph appeared in the paper. Needless to say, we were ecstatic.

“There’s a song from WWII, ‘When the Lights Go On Again (All Over the World).’ Now I go around singing, ‘When the Masks Come Off (All Over the World).’ Soon, soon, soon, we’ll be back to normal.”

So, Dorene, which of the two songs do you think your plants prefer? Asking for a fern.

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Alex Jannone also shared a V-J Day memory: “Your column made it seem like it was my yesterday, being eight years old at the time. I was born in Bay Ridge, but raised in St. Albans. Over the years, I saw many casualties coming and going at the St. Albans Navel Hospital.

“That V-J Day weekend, there were very large family-oriented parades everywhere in New York and Long Island. My mom gave me two pot covers and my older sister joined us. Somehow, we got separated. I’m lost. All the streets looked the same. I’m crying like a baby. Strange people held on to me until somebody knew me and took me home. I lost my pot covers, but there was my mother and sister crying on the front stoop.”

Alex added a postscript to my earlier column reminiscing about paperboys that also mentioned how these days my newspaper often winds up under my car, dead-center and out of reach, as if the adult delivery person is playing a prank on me.

“What is this, contagious?” Alex asked. “For 45 years, I never, never got the paper stuck under and inside my front truck tire. A few days after your column, I had to get on my knees, in my pajamas.”

In other words, Alex, you were dressed for a work meeting on Zoom?

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn. His SIGNED books are available at www.WoodyWoodburn.com.

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