“ She was eight, and she came with a nurse called Nannie; and to begin with, I did not like her at all. Nobody liked this irruption into the downstairs rooms; the two “gave trouble,”—a dire offence; Nannie’s sense of duty to her charge led to requests and demands that took my mother’s breath away. Eggs at unusual times, the reboiling of milk, the rejection of an excellent milk pudding—not negotiated respectfully but dictated as of right. Nannie was a dark, longfeatured, taciturn woman in a grey dress; she had a furtive inflexibility of manner that finally dismayed and crushed and overcame. ”
Nannie
Definition and stakes
The term "Nannie" typically refers to a nurse or caregiver, often central to narratives examining domestic life, morality, and emotional labor. Authors like H.G. Wells portray her as a strict, almost domineering figure, while anonymous works such as Nanny Merry present her as a moral guide fostering children’s virtue.
Barbara Yechton emphasizes her practical function as a stabilizing presence in households, and F. Burge Griswold conveys her emotional depth in stories of loss. These diverse portrayals highlight Nannie’s dual role as both a protector of order and a channel for empathy, reflecting shifting societal views on caregiving and authority.
Quotes about “Nannie”
“ The little upturned face was well kissed before sister Mary said, "Well, Jack, call Nannie and Belle, and we'll have a story."Jack ran off in high glee, for sister Mary's stories were always welcomed by the children.Nannie and Belle came as fast as their feet would bring them, and were soon sitting in readiness on the porch steps."Now, sister Mary," said Nannie, "a good story, please.""What do you mean by a good one, Nannie?""One that will teach us to be good," said Nannie in a low voice. ”
F. Burge Griswold,
The Elm Tree Tales
“ Six years have passed, and beneath the old maples sits Nurse Nannie, wrinkled and bent, with a wee babe upon her lap, while a girl of two years and a half plays with her doll upon the lawn, now and then looking up to catch mamma's smile, or to wonder why dear papa looks so grave when Grandmamma Dunmore tells him about the sick man in the cottage at the end of the lane, and his motherless children. ”
“ Then stooping down and kissing Nannie, he said, "I know one good girl that isn't sick."The sun was just setting, leaving about half its great face to light the world.In Jack's heart the sun was just rising.Nannie's words kept sounding in his ears,—"Perhaps, perhaps they have received in this life their good things;" and those other words, "Therefore he is comforted, and thou art tormented." CHAPTER VII. "THE LAMB IS THE LIGHT THEREOF." annie, Nannie,—where's Nannie?" ”
“ If wishes would make any one good, Nannie would have been very good long before this time. "At anyrate," said Nannie, as she emptied the weeds into the ash-heap, "I will try. Father says there are weeds in our hearts, and we can pull them up. I mean to try."We shall see in the next chapter how Nannie succeeds in pulling up the weeds. CHAPTER II. "IF THY BROTHER SIN AGAINST THEE, FORGIVE HIM."ne bright sunshiny day, just when the snow had commenced melting, the children started in high glee to take advantage of its softened state to make a snow-man. ”
“ Nannie is an awfully nice girl,—I don't know what we'd do without her; since mamma died, she's all the time looking after us children, and making things go smoothly. She doesn't "boss" us a bit, and yet, somehow, she gets us to do lots of things. ”
F. Burge Griswold,
The Elm Tree Tales
“ Lift the latch quietly, though, for there is grief in the room, and noise comes harshly and gratingly upon a sorrowing ear. Nannie can not look up to greet you, neither can her mother welcome you now, though your silent presence may be grateful to them both. Winnie does not spring up in her cradle, with her merry laugh, and stretch out her little hands toward you. She will not twine her wee fingers in your yellow locks any more, nor try to pick the big moles off your hard hands. She is lying very still upon her soft pillow. ”
“ We were quiet for a moment or two,—that was dear mamma's name,—then Phil began again: "The nurse that's coming is a woman, and very efficient, I believe. Of course she'll have to have a certain amount of rest every day, and at those times somebody will have to take her place; so I'm going to try to be home early afternoons,—Nannie can't do everything, you know,—and sit with the pater while the nurse takes her nap. ”
Frances Trego Montgomery,
Billy Whiskers Out for Fun
(1922)
“ Being particularly afraid of rats, she screamed and ran for the stairs. In her hurry she stepped on the front of her dress which threw her on her face on the stairs. She [86] dropped the pan of milk which turned over and went rattlety bang to the foot of the stairs and along the cellar floor.“Now there will be the dickens to pay!” exclaimed Billy. “That maid has made such a racket, she will bring the whole household upon us. We must hide quickly. Nannie, run under the cellar stairs and squeeze yourself in the corner as far as you can. ”
William Crooke, The Talking Thrush, and Other Tales from India
“ So to Nanny-goat she hied, and said she—"Sister Nanny, my little ones have gone out, and I am very lonely at home. Do let one of your dear kiddies come and sleep with me, for company. Will you, please?""Gladly will I, sister," said honest Nanny-goat, thinking no evil of her friend. ”
Irish widow (1802)
“ The study of my life's to bless, and please my dear my graceful Nanny. How much unlike my fair to those, whose wanton looks are free to any, I'd give the world could I disclose, the fifteenth part the worth of Nanny; Let bucks and bloods in burnt champaign, toast Lucy, Charlotte, Poll, and Fanny, At nothing so absur'd and vain, I'd smile and clasp my blameless Nanny. GLASGOW, Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802. This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
Anna Bartlett Warner,
Karl Krinken, His Christmas Stocking
“ Nanny walked on in silence for about half a block—then she spoke again. [54] “‘Mamma—I’m afraid a great many poor children want things more than I want my beads.’“‘I’m afraid they do, Nanny.’“‘Mamma, will you please go back with me and let me give that little girl my red cent? wouldn’t she be pleased, mamma? would she know how to spend it?’“‘Suppose you spend it for her, Nanny. People that are cold are often hungry too—shall we go to the baker’s and buy her something to eat?’“‘O yes!’ said Nanny. ”
Katharine Duncan Morse, The Uncensored Letters of a Canteen Girl
“ Whether some enterprising mess sergeant thought the day’s menu would be improved by the addition of kid pie, whether some French family lured her away to be interned in their back yard, or whether, as one might more darkly suspect, the Adjutant had something to do with the matter; nobody knows. The bare fact confronts us: Nanny has disappeared. ”
Anna Bartlett Warner,
Karl Krinken, His Christmas Stocking
“ When that got cold Nanny changed about, and put it in the muff and the other out. As for me I was in the muff all the time; and I was just wondering to myself what kind of a person the bead-woman would prove to be, when I heard Nanny say,—“‘Mamma! did you see that little girl on those brown steps? She had no tippet, mamma, and not even a shawl, and her feet were all tucked up in her petticoat; and——’ and Nanny’s voice faltered—‘I think she was crying. I didn’t look at her much, for it made me feel bad, but I thought so.’“‘Mamma! ”
Anonymous, Little Mother Goose (1895)
“ At last in her mighty effort she drew her little knees up under her, lifted her little back, and away she went, creep! creep! creep! and with a very red face and a gurgle of delight grabbed her doll and cat. Then she tumbled down on her face again. But finally she got herself turned over, and lay there on the carpet, contented.And there she still lay, gurgling and cooing over dolly, when Mama Nan came in, and Grandma Camp. Mama Nan stared at her baby, then at the rug where the ivory rattle and pillows lay, then at Mary Ellen again. ”
Kate Douglas Wiggin,
Mother Carey's Chickens
(1911)
“ "Oh, Kathleen!" sighed Nancy as the two went into the kitchen together. "Is n't mother the most interesting 'scolder' you ever listened to? I love to hear her do it, especially when somebody else is getting it. When it's I, I grow smaller and smaller, curling myself up like a little worm. Then when she has finished I squirm to the door and wriggle out. Other mothers say: ”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
The Sorrows of Young Werther
(1774)
“ do they know when we are well and happy? do they know when we recall their memories with the fondest love? In the silent hour of evening the shade of my mother hovers around me; when seated in the midst of my children, I see them assembled near me, as they used to assemble near her; and then I raise my anxious eyes to heaven, and wish she could look down upon us, and witness how I fulfil the promise I made to her in her last moments, to be a mother to her children. ”
Gilbert Parker,
Parables of a Province
“ So delicate and faint between the quilts lay the young mother, the little Fanchon, a shining wonder still in her face, and the exquisite touch of birth on her—for when a child is born the mother also is born again. ”
Jean-Jacques Rousseau,
Emile, or On Education
(1762)
“ To remove this difficulty, children are taught to look down on their nurses, to treat them as mere servants. When their task is completed the child is withdrawn or the nurse is dismissed. Her visits to her foster-child are discouraged by a cold reception. After a few years the child never sees her again. The mother expects to take her place, and to repair by her cruelty the results of her own neglect. But she is greatly mistaken; she is making an ungrateful foster-child, not an affectionate son; ”
Thomas Campbell,
The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell
“ at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes,And weaves a song of melancholy joy—“Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy:No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine; ”
J. M. Barrie,
Peter and Wendy - Margaret Ogilvy
(1912)
“ Even Michael, already half asleep, knew that she was perturbed, and he asked, "Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?" "Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children." ”
Susan Warner,
The Wide, Wide World
“ "Mamma, what was that I heard papa saying to you this morning about his lawsuit?""I cannot tell you just now. Ellen, pick up that shawl and spread it over me.""Mamma! are you cold in this warm room?""A little, there, that will do. Now, my daughter, let me be quiet a while don't disturb me." ”
Elizabeth Gaskell,
Wives and Daughters — Chapter II: A Novice Amongst The Great Folk
(1865)
“ Each dainty little child ran up to its mother, or aunt, or particular friend; but Molly had no one to go to. ”
Ilya Tolstoy, Reminiscences of Tolstoy — Family Life in the Country
“ The chief personage in the house is my mother. She settles everything. She interviews Nikolai, the cook, and orders dinner; she sends us out for walks, makes our shirts, is always nursing some baby at the breast; all day long she is bustling about the house with hurried steps. One can be naughty with her, though she is sometimes angry and punishes us.She knows more about everything than anybody else. She knows that one must wash every day, that one must eat soup at dinner, that one must talk French, learn not to crawl about on all fours, not to put one's elbows on the table; ”
Selma Lagerlöf,
The Story of Gösta Berling
“ Ah, May, you dear, bright month, have you ever seen a child who is sitting on its mother’s knee listening to fairy stories? As long as the child is told of cruel giants and of the bitter suffering of beautiful princesses, it holds its head up and its eyes open; but if the mother begins to speak of happiness and sunshine, the little one closes its eyes and falls asleep with its head against her breast. ”
Dinah Craik,
John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXXII
“ "My son's my son till he gets him a wife, My daughter's my daughter all her life." ”
Anonymous, Scenes in the West; or, The Sunday-School and Temperance
“ The father’s face was flushed, and he hurried through his supper, being anxious to get away from the presence of those whom he had wronged. When he had gone out, the mother again tried to soothe the children, but their father’s absence only gave them the liberty to sob aloud; their mother, fearing that he might return and hear them, bade them go out to the barn and hunt the eggs, and be good children.“We want to go to Sunday-school and learn to be good,” said they. Every word of this went straight to the heart of the mother. The children went and did what their mother had desired ”
Honoré de Balzac,
Letters of Two Brides
(1841)
“ It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment. ”
Gene Stratton-Porter,
Laddie: A True Blue Story
“ "Of course you do, child," said mother. "Families were made to cling together, and stand by each other in every circumstance of life—joy or sorrow. Of course you need your family." ”
Louisa May Alcott,
Little Women
(1869)
“ The girls gave their hearts into their mother's keeping—their souls into their father's; and to both parents, who lived and labored so faithfully for them, they gave a love that grew with their growth, and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death. ”
Henrik Ibsen,
The Collected Works of Henrik Ibsen…
(1907)
“ Here I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I used to be papa’s doll-child. And the children, in their turn, have been my dolls. I thought it fun when you played with me, just as the children did when I played with them. ”
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
All the Sad Young Men
(1926)
“ All the babies breaking things and grabbing at the cake, and each mama going home thinking about the subtle superiority of her own child to every other child there." ”
Jerome K. Jerome,
The Second Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
“ My dear Princess, if you could creep unseen about your City, peeping at will through the curtain-shielded windows, you would come to think that all the world was little else than a big nursery full of crying children with none to comfort them. The doll is broken: no longer it sweetly squeaks in answer to our pressure, “I love you, kiss me.” The drum lies silent with the drumstick inside; no longer do we make a brave noise in the nursery. The box of tea-things we have clumsily put our foot upon; there will be no more merry parties around the three-legged stool. ”
Julian of Norwich,
Revelations of Divine Love
(1907)
“ Wilt thou see her? And in this sweet word [it was] as if He had said: I wot well that thou wouldst see my blessed Mother: for, after myself, she is the highest joy that I might shew thee, and most pleasance and worship to me; and most she is desired to be seen of my blessed creatures. And for the high, marvellous, singular love that He hath to this sweet Maiden, His blessed Mother, our Lady Saint Mary, He shewed her highly rejoicing, as by the meaning of these sweet words; as if He said: ”
Nikolai Gogol,
The Mantle and Other Stories
(1916)
“ O mother, mother, save your unhappy son! Let a tear fall on his aching head! See how they torture him! Press the poor orphan to your bosom! He has no rest in this world; they hunt him from place to place. Mother, mother, have pity on your sick child! And do you know that the Bey of Algiers has a wart under his nose? ”
Louisa May Alcott,
Little Women
(1868)
“ Let's hear the sound of the baby pianny," said Hannah, who always took a share in the family joys and sorrows. ”
Louisa May Alcott,
Little Men
(1871)
“ for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them in their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love. ”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman,
Women and Economics
“ The mother as a social servant instead of a home servant will not lack in true mother duty. ”
Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Poems & Ballads (First Series)
“ I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me; Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast: O fair white mother, in days long past Born without sister, born without brother, Set free my soul as thy soul is free. ”
Seba Smith,
The Mother Perishing in a Snowstorm
“ And pathless was the dreary wild, And mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wander'd with her child: As through the drifting snow she press'd, The babe was sleeping on her breast. ”
Lydia Sigourney,
Letters to Mothers
(1839)
“ The glorified spirit of the infant, is as a star to guide the mother to its own blissful clime. ”
Helen Keller,
The World I Live In
“ First they ask me to tell the life of the child who is mother to the woman. Then they make me my own daughter and ask for an account of grown-up sensations. Finally I am requested to write about my dreams, and thus I become an anachronical grandmother; for it is the special privilege of old age to relate dreams. ”
