Leads rolled in about the owner of the Everett General Hospital pin featured in my March 8 column.
Last week’s headline was “Issuing an APB about an EGH, DMS pin.” I wrote about a Lynnwood woman who was sorting through items in an old jewelry box when she found a small gold pin that has “EGH” and “27” on the front and “D.M.S.” scratched on the back.
There is a small caduceus pin — the staff entwined by two snakes that has a long association with the practice of medicine — attached to a one-inch chain. It appears the pin belonged to a nursing student, with the initials DMS, who graduated from Everett General Hospital in 1927.
I asked if anyone know who might have owned the pin.
Our lovely readers came forward.
Barbara Friend in Marysville has a directory of graduates from the hospital nursing school, starting in the mid 1920s. Friend, who graduated in 1950, said Margaret Simpson was a 1927 graduate. That could be what the M.S. stands for in D.M.S.
But chances are, the pin belonged to Doris Sprague, who hailed from 4510 Orange St. in Riverside, Calif.
Interestingly enough, none of the eight graduates from the 1927 nursing class came from the Everett area. During part of Friend’s career in nursing, she worked for Scott Paper in Everett. Nurses at that time rotated shifts with the same crews.
Heidi Hutchinson, also a nurse, from the class of 1960, called with a directory. She received her list of graduates at a 1981 all-class reunion in Everett. Her records coincided with the ideas from Friend.
That’s as far as I’ve gotten. Anyone know the families of Sprague or Simpson?
We’ve still got a 1927 pin to return to the right descendants.
If you have any leads, let me know at oharran@heraldnet.com or call 425-339-3451.
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Let’s share data zipping around the Internet: This year includes four unusual dates, 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11 and 11/11/11.
Now try this: Take the last two numbers of your birth year and the age you will be on your birthday this year, add them together and it will equal 111.
Yes, it will. Weird.
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I wrote about folks’ memories of homemade bread on Wednesday. Norma Pilkenton, who lives in Everett, also wanted to share a memory.
“I, too, came from a bread making family,” Pilkenton says. “I’ve been raised on stories, both humorous and heartbreaking, while the smell of homemade bread filled the air.”
Her great-grandmother, a widow, raised five children, baking homemade bread each day. She also made and sold quilts.
“I am the only person who has one of great-grandma’s quilts, which I treasure dearly.”
Her mother took up baking bread when she was a new bride, Pilkenton says.
“Mom made cinnamon rolls each time she baked bread, which were to die for,” she says. “I’m sure they were straight from heaven.”
Pilkenton picked up the skill of baking, but couldn’t get the goo right on the bottom of the cinnamon rolls.
“Just before my Mom passed, she explained the secret.”
I asked Pilkenton to spill cinnamon roll secret, but she reiterated — it’s a secret.
Kristi O’Harran: 425-339-3451, oharran@heraldnet.com
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