Lewsiton,ME
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October 30th, 1949 is a very special date for me. It was the anniversary of my mother and father. To my best memory, this is the story of how they met. My mother was a graduate of the Roosevelt School Of Nursing in New York City and my Dad was an army veteran of World War II. My Dad had injured his thumb during the war and was treated at the hospital where my Mom was working at.

My Mom treated him and the rest was history. My Mom, Stella Zimbis was born on July 4,1921 in Brooklyn, New York. She graduated from nursing school and was a nurse in the 1930's and 1940's and was the head supervisor of a Brooklyn Clinic for Children.

Dad, Nestor Simones, was born on May 15, 1923 and grew up in Lewiston-Auburn and entered the U.S. Army at the age of 18 and was in the Pacific theater of World War II.

They were married on October 30, 1949 and as was the normal for those times, Mom moved to Maine and my father and his brother George co-owned the family business, Simones' Hot Dog in Lewiston. They had plenty of family tragedy, trying to start a family, 5 children were either lost before being born or had past away shortly after being born. In 1960, they adopoted my sister (who passed away in July 2010) and in 1965, I came along! I can image the suprise of my parents, Mom was 44 and Dad was 42 when I was born. We were raised at 59 Pettingill Street in Lewsiton,Maine, just a block away from Bates College. I loved that house and growing up there. However, Dad went through a 'mid-life' crisis and sold the house and moved the family to Tarpon Springs,Florida in March of 1976. That didn't last very long, we only lived there until November of 1976, Dad was homesick and his mother had become very ill. We lived in Lewiston-Auburn for the rest of their lives. Mom had become diagnosed with breast cancer and lost her battle on March 20, 1988 and a year or so later, Dad had a massive stroke and passed away on March 4, 2001. I sold the house in 2005 and have lived in Augusta since then.

I remember those years on Pettingill Street with fondness, we were the house on the street where all the kids hungout, we would pack the station wagon and go to the beach or out for ice cream. Those were the days. Mom and Dad have been gone for many years and it sure does seem like a lifetime ago that they were here. Happy anniversary Mom and Dad. I miss you a bunch.

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