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Obituary: James G. McKee III

By Envy McKee

Jim McKee was born on June 5, 1946 in Reading, Pennsylvania, to Catherine Nelson McKee and James G. McKee II as James G. McKee III. He was Gemini in June. He was the youngest of seven children, Paul, Wayne, Barry, Benny, Beverly, and Bonnie, but it doesn’t have to be in this order.

Reading was an interesting place for a black boy to grow up. He often poetically waxed the Pennsylvania Dutch hood he loved, and many of them were in jars. Sausage pickles, egg pickles, cucumber pickles-also known as pickles.

He loved his mother Catherine’s “Chocolate Death” cake. He was keen to point out that the secret ingredient in his mother’s famous cake was black coffee. He never mentioned whether she wanted to reveal the secret.

His father, James II, was the first black police captain in Reading. It is allegedly where he got his discipline. Since childhood, Jimmy Junior has been fascinated by cowboys, sharp shooting and the Wild West, as he was called.

He loved Roy Rogers, and of course Roy’s Palomino horse triggers and German Shepherd bullets. Jim’s fascination with the mythical “Cowboys and First People” on the silver screen will be part of his personal culture throughout his life.

Young King Jim played soccer in high school and college. He played at Baldwin Wallace in northern Ohio until he transferred to the oldest Historically Black College or College (HBCU) at Chainy University, Pennsylvania. While in Chainy, he participated in the prestigious Crescent Club Five Beta Sigma Fratanity, Blue Phi.

Legend has it that working in Spiegel in the northeast will change Jim’s life forever. That is where he met his lifely love, Deborah Hixson.


Legends continue to point out that the mysterious Pisces energy of Debbie’s signature sealed the deal. They got married on May 1, 1971.

Shortly thereafter, they had three wonderful magnificent children. Kimberly (Sagittarius), James IV (Scorpio), Tiffany (Gemini in May). When Jim’s parents died, he leaned forward and became an integral part of the Hixson family. Thanksgiving was EPIC-before and after Ike and Helen.

Having a young child was enough motivation for him to start his sales career. He started in Exxon as a sales person. He then moved to Honeywell to sell computer hardware. As he entered the computer space in the mid-to-late 70’s (when the computer boom began), he was unknowingly a pioneer in both computer hardware and software sales.

Through his natural ability to connect with people, he can travel the country (with Caleb and Keenan) and the world, as an executive of the C Suite and later as a recruiter, helping to launch and run a software company until retirement. I was able to do it. .. His world trip includes not only the United States, but Italy, India, South Africa, Spain, France, Mauritius and all possible places.

Jim loved his family and he loved the backcounty community. He loved black people. He started the Backcounty Union (BCCAAC) for African-American concerns. This has helped some African-Americans in Backcounty work with school districts and the entire Backcounty to level the playing field.

Through his work with BCCAAC and Men of Purpose, who coached young black boys in Trenton, NJ, a myriad of black students and teachers were helped (he was a founding member). He had a politically active and strong political voice in Back County and beyond. He was the Vice President of the NAACP and a prominent problem solver in the community.

Remember that Jim loved black tie events, black ties and dance. As VV’s president and former member of the Ye Olde Philadelphia Club, he had to do all this at the same time with his favorite woman. And his friend — he loved many of his friends because his friend is a family member. He worshiped his only grandson Aubray Taylor (Aquarius) and his dog: Christie, Tibet, Minlin and the magnificent puppy Lili.

He hadn’t been riding for a while, but his love for horses lasted a lifetime, as did his love for eclectic music, singing, and guitar.

Everyone who knew him loved him. He had a talent for gab and was known for talking to strangers in the supermarket queue, just as they knew each other for the rest of their lives. easily.

And this is just the tip of the James G. McKee iceberg. His life was fulfilling and important, and no one else could live his life like Jim did. Defects and everything.

James G. McKee III is survived by his 51-year-old wife, Deborah, three children Kim (envy), Jamie and Tiff, and his beloved son Freeman, granddaughter Aubrey. His grandson Grady, Rudolph Jean Lewis with the spirit of his son, sisters Bonnie and Beverly, bonus sisters Sundi and Gale, brothers Wayne and bonus brothers Isaac (Chucky), Derrick and Darryl. .. His grandchildren Lisa and Jerimy, many beloved nieces and nephews, and beloved grandmas and grandmothers, and his grandson Grayson James and his grandson Picard Anubis.

you too. He survives in you. As my dad always said, “I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” And that’s true.