Nancy Keeps House by Helene Laird
I wonder how many of you grew up with Nancy in the book Nancy Keeps House. Did you learn your housekeeping methods from this book as well as your mom? It was published in 1947 just a few years before I was born so it was still quite relevant when I was growing up in the 50's. I read it often and have always remembered the instructions as I went about cleaning the next fifty years! I found a copy when my children were still small and encouraged them to read it. By then it was far too dated for them to enjoy and alas, they ignored it completely. It sat on the bookshelf for years.
Then the other day I saw an illustration in a blog and it reminded me of this book. I looked online for illustrations to verify it and could not find a single illustration, not even of the cover. It is listed on Goodreads and Amazon with a blank in place of the book photo. I did, however find the authors real daughter making a comment through Amazon which I have copied for you.
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Rebuttal from the real Nancy September 10, 2010 By Jax Goldie
Format:Unknown Binding
My mother wrote 3 Nancy books, and what you have to remember is the time in which she wrote them--the 1940s. Things were different then! A lot of these book are based on her teaching me to keep house, eventually on my college adventures and life in the work world.
I am so happy to hear that this book still has some use to someone. Of course, when they were written I was absolutely mortified!
I am so happy to hear that this book still has some use to someone. Of course, when they were written I was absolutely mortified!
By M. Garza
Format:Unknown Binding
Poor Nancy...mom gets pregnant and dad is apparently too macho to handle things in her absence. So she's pressed into service - has to learn to cook and clean.
In spite of the uber-inequality present in this book, I find it a strangely good read. I actually pull it out now and then when I need inspiration for my spring cleaning. It's not only a fictional book; it includes actual cleaning instructions. Much of it is out of date - does anyone still sprinkle their clothes? - but nevertheless, if you want to learn how to make hospital corners, this is your book.
In spite of the uber-inequality present in this book, I find it a strangely good read. I actually pull it out now and then when I need inspiration for my spring cleaning. It's not only a fictional book; it includes actual cleaning instructions. Much of it is out of date - does anyone still sprinkle their clothes? - but nevertheless, if you want to learn how to make hospital corners, this is your book.
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This is the page of the book referred to in the earliest comment |
I tried to find information on the real Nancy a few years ago and discovered that she is actually a stepdaughter to Helene Laird, explaining the vast age difference between the babyish 12 year old Nancy and the impending birth of her sibling. Not that it can't happen in a family! My own last child was born when the youngest was 12. I found myself often joking I didn't get a new husband with the new family, lest people would automatically think it was a second marriage, "Not that there is anything wrong with that" quoting Jerry Seinfeld. But I'm digressing here, it is just unusual to have an age gap of 12 - 13 years in between children.
I discovered anew that there were two sets of illustrations. One telling the story and illustrations that Nancy herself supposedly drew for her housekeeping book.
So for all you fans that grew up with this book, I am sharing a few of the many illustrations with you from my tattered and stained copy of Nancy Keeps House.
We had double sinks washed dishes the opposite way. My sister remarked a few years ago that it was odd that most people washed dishes from the right to the left. She attributed it to my mother being left handed. Do you agree?
We didn't have a wringer washer, but it didn't seem odd at all to me because my best friend Patsy, had one. I was always fascinated to watch her mom put clothes through the wringer and fearful due to her dire warnings that we must not ever touch it lest our hands and arms get crushed.
We didn't do the grocery shopping at the age of 12 but we were allowed to go with Mom shopping, taking turns weekly. It was a treat to get to go and one of my favorite things to do.
And...how ancient is this advice?
We have a whole new food chart these days.
Nice to see Dad as the chef in this early book. My dad also cooked a mean breakfast for us often on Sunday mornings.
The premise of the book was that during the two week hospital stay Nancy would need to keep house for her dad and she was being taught the fine art of housekeeping while waiting for the impending birth. Baby care would be a big help later so that was included.
It was a fine book and Nancy Keeps House is a book that was very helpful to me. I was able to quote passages to myself of the book, but never did I prop a poem and memorize it while doing dishes. I had sisters and we did dishes two at at time. We sang together, alternating lines:
Telephone!
Yackety Yak
On the telephone all the time
What a heck of a life
When you got a wife
on the T-E-L-L
...Telephone!
...Telephone!
This is quite the indulgent post! Thanks to all who read it through! Please leave a comment if you read Nancy Keeps House by Helene Laird.
Comments
Don't you just miss June Cleaver and Harriet Nelson???
Thanks for the memories,
Patti
How long does it take to hit the point where you can do dishes without thinking about them? You'd think after six years of hand washing dishes for a big family I'd be getting there....
I found Nancy Keeps House in the library when I was about twelve. I had long been expected to help around the house, but this book put everything "in order" in my mind. I was washing dishes last night and happened to think of it. I have fitted sheets now. No more hospital corners! But I can always use a little more order in my life! I will be looking for a copy!
And now to find out Nancy was a step daughter too! I was 11 or 12 or 13 reading this over and over after my Mom remarried and had my 3 brothers.
I learned never to clean a pan with eggs with hot water or they will stick harder. I’ve thought of every time I clean a pan with eggs my whole life since.
This book is a treasure to me and I hope I can find a copy.