Re: “Inexplicable darkness in nursery rhymes,” column, Jan. 12.
I think it is time to give Lawrie McFarlane a holiday, if the best he has to write about is the doom and gloom of nursery rhymes.
Does he really think that is what a toddler thinks or feels?
I learned those rhymes at my mother’s knee, and they were fun — a time of loving and warmth. My mother died when I was seven years old, many decades ago, but when I hear those rhymes and stories now, they evoke pleasant memories, not wicked queens and Black Plagues.
Let kids think like kids, for a little while at least. They grow up and face the challenges of the world soon enough.
Eleanor Randell
Saanich
