Nancy Brooker Spain (13 September 1917 – 21 March 1964) was a prominent English broadcaster and journalist.
She spent much of her youth in Jesmond, Newcastle upon Tyne. Her father was Lieutenant-Colonel Spain, a freeman of the city and a prominent figure in local military and antiquarian affairs. He was a writer himself and appeared in a number of radio plays as well as broadcasting commentaries on Newcastle United games. Nancy's mother, Norah, was the daughter of Lucy Dorling, a sister of Isabella Beeton.
As a child, Nancy remembered pushing the future eminent journalist William Hardcastle into the Bull Park Lake on the Town Moor, where she used to learn to ride at five shillings an hour "with other little bourgeois tots".
Nancy went to Roedean School (a family tradition) where she began wearing "mannish" clothes, and developed the speaking voice which stood her in such good stead in her eventual media career. She played lacrosse for Northumberland and Durham, and hockey for the North of England, as well as acting on BBC radio, where she took over the star parts vacated by Esther McCracken. During the war, Nancy served in the WRNS on Tyneside, a period covered in her book Thank you, Nelson (1945).
Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat the wind
Gently blows and fills my sail
Your sweet-scented breath is everywhere
Daylight peeping through the curtain
Of the passing night time is your smile
And the sun in the sky is like your laugh
Come back to me my Nancy
Linger for just a little while
Since you left these shores I've known no peace
Nor joy
Chorus:
No matter where I wander I'm still haunted
By your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've
Gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain
On the day in Spring when snow starts to melt
And streams to flow
With the birds I'll sing this song
Then in the while I'll wander
Down by bluebell stream where wild flowers grow
And I'll hope that lovely Nancy will return