Mary Pettigrew Willmon

I married Bill the summer after high school. We lived from coast to coast in the US. We eventually bought a business in Redding, CA and raised our children there. I was a parent volunteer in their schools from pre-school through high school graduation. I was even a parent chaperone on a trip with 12 student musicians to Europe. Traveling with a tuba is quite an experience.
We retired in 1998, after selling our business. In 2004 we moved to New Orleans, LA for the year round sailing. After Katrina and her sister, Rita, came to visit, we salvaged what we could, sold the property and have been house sitting ever since.
We have taken care of homes across the United States, as well as England, Scotland, Northen Ireland, France and Poland.
In between our house sitting, we have lived with our daughter, son in law and their 3 great danes, first in Pennsylvania (way too cold for me!) and now in Tucson, but only 1 great dane. Our son joined us in 2014 to attend the U of Arizona, bringing his 3 dogs. We have quite a busy household!

When I am home in Tucson, I work with a company doing petsitting and dog walking. I have a large group of regular 4 legged clients.

Band with Mr. Gans and his cigar.
English with Mrs. Grooters. She called me Mayree.
Loved that woman and her accent.
First day of school in 10th grade, I had Mr Simpson for health. He was calling the roll, but when he came to my name he said, "Where are you?" My first thought was "What have I done now?" Then he asked, "Do you remember when I was dating your older sister and you brought out your tonsils in a jar to show me?"
Actually I did remember showing them to all the guys my sister dated. If they gagged, they weren't up to par, but if they really looked at them, they were ok in my book. Just think of all the fun kids miss out on because tonsils are classified as biological waste and have to be incinerated.
Mr Simpsons's son was also used as our guinea pig in Home Ec, for taking care of babies. No dolls at BHS, we had the real thing.

During the Tascosa game my junior year, the band had to sit on the track, because the stadium seats were overflowing. One of their players was run off the field and staight into me, breaking the bell on my clarinet! I had my revenge though, Champ our wonderful mascot, who was sitting with us, jumped on the Tascosa player, chewing his leg. Being a football player, he had lots of padding so wasn't hurt. When the player complained to the ref about Champ, the ref simply replied, "You shouldn't have run into HIS band." Good ole Champ!