Letters to the Editor

To weed plants, you have to get close

During World War II, my mother, myself and two aunts stood on a corner in Hollister. We lived six miles from town. We waited there for the labor bus. It took us to fields where vegetables were grown for seeds. During the war, they also grew vegetables. With so many young people in the military, these jobs fell to women and children. We weeded small plants with short-handled hoes. They can no longer use these hoes. We had water, not many toilets, but we survived.

Now I read they are going to fine employers of stoop laborers for using knives to weed. Come on, get real!

We worked with Mexican nationals -- good people, hardworking. Our vegetables in California could not have survived without them.