A Very True Story

The Dave Slice

This is a story about a black man named Dave. He was a sort of butler for my Great Uncle Cliff. They lived in a little cabin at a camp on the banks of Black creek.

One day a sweet lady brought my uncle a pie, I think it was a pecan pie. My uncle Cliff didn’t like to eat sweets that much, only every once in a while, so that day he and Dave had a piece.

About week later, I think it was, Uncle Cliff had five or six friends over for a party. After every one had finished the meal, Uncle Cliff said, “Hey Dave why don’t ya go in there and cut us all a piece‘a’ that pie.” And Dave said, “Ahhh rrrr, Ye’sir, aahhh, err.” And went to cut everyone a piece of pie. Well Dave got to the kitchen and took out that pie and he looked at it not exactly sure what to do. See there was only one piece left, ‘cause every day he’d been gettin’ himself a piece. (Uncle Cliff didn’t know that ‘cause he only felt like somethin’ sweet occasionally). But Dave took that piece of pie and cut into six or seven pieces, so thin that you could see through it. I feel sorry for Dave though ‘cause Pecan pie is some of the hardest stuff to cut evenly, especially if the nuts aren’t chopped. But can you imagine the looks on the other guys’ faces when Dave handed out the plates with the thinnest slice of pie ya ever saw! This is what we call “The Dave Slice”.

Well you can believe that this story was spoken of at most of the family gatherings afterward, when folks were too full for much desert.

Anna