Monday, December 3, 2012
I remember Mr. McKee delivering our mail when I was a child. He was always smiling and always said hello or waved. As a young woman I was driving in a snowstorm and had my toddler with me when we skidded off the road not too far from the McKee home. I walked to their home in the snow with my son in my arms. They were kind enough to take us in and let us warm by the fire while we awaited help.
