I
mentioned at the beginning of this chapter that Bona School was sometimes used
for social events and sometimes for a fund raising “pie supper.” I suspect that it has been a good number of
years since the last pie supper was held anywhere.
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| Woman placing her pie (maybe hers) with others for |
A
pie supper was actually an auction with the proceeds going to the school
fund. When one was scheduled, all the
ladies and girls in the community would bake their favorite pie. They would then put the pie in a box and
decorate the box with fancy crepe paper, ribbons, and bows. The idea was that when the pies were
auctioned the bidder would not know whose pie it was or what kind it was. After the auction was over, the successful
bidders would sit down and eat the pie with whoever it turned out had baked it.
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| This auction winner looks like he wants to take a bite out of her! |
Maintaining
secrecy resulted in some spirited maneuvering.
The girls would often trade pie boxes before carrying them to the school
or else would cover them with a newspaper or a grocery sack. In turn us boys had a regular spy network to
attempt to determine in advance which pie box belonged to whom.
The
whole thing would get complicated since boys and young adult males wanted to
bid on their girlfriends’ pie since they were going to eat with the baker. Conversely, they did not want anyone else to
know. (I suspect that, in some cases,
the girls simply told in advance but not usually as that would take all the fun
out of it.) A couple of years I had a
pretty good crush on Betty King Lindley and wanted her pie. She was best friends with my cousin Mary
Catherine, and I figured they would carry each other’s boxes so I bid on the
one Mary Catherine had carried in. I was
right. I ate pie with Betty King.
Another
time I decided that I wanted to buy the pie of cute little Betty Lou Long (she
was pretty as a spotted pup) but she was two grades behind me in school and I
did not want anyone to know that I was sort of sweet on a girl that young. I got a peek at the box Betty Lou’s mother
carried in and bought it. Of course I
pretended to be very surprised when it turned out to be Betty Lou’s pie.
As
you might well imagine from my comment about his nature, Richard one time came
up with a scheme to make a little money on the side at a pie supper. Got him in trouble, too. He was in cahoots with our first cousin James
Lowell Tygart. The two of them volunteered
to direct traffic in the schoolyard where folks would park their Model T’s,
wagon, or buggy as the case might be. The
idea was that they would get a peek at the boxes, figure out who was carrying
whose pie, then they would sell that information for a dime to the fellow that
wanted a particular pie.
It
worked out pretty well at first. By the
time the auction had started they had collected maybe a dollar between
them. It was afterward that they got
their comeuppance. Jaycee Lindley, who
had already graduated from Dadeville High and was full grown, wanted his
sweetheart’s pie but she coyly would not tell him what the box looked
like. Jaycee paid Richard to tell him
which box it was and old Dick solemnly assured him what it looked like. Well, Jaycee bought the wrong box and wound
up eating pie with the widow, Bertha Beck, who lived across the road from us south
of Bona.
Jaycee
was mad, of course, because he had wasted a dime on Richard’s information. He was a good sport about eating with Bertha
(she made great apple pie) but afterwards he cornered Richard out by the coal
shed, demanded his dime back, and was going to beat the tar out of
Richard. I did not think that was quite
a fair fight so, when I didn’t see James Lowell making any effort to help
Richard, I sort of dived at Jaycee from behind and knocked his legs out from
under him just as he was reaching for my brother. Before Jaycee could get to his feet we had
disappeared into the darkness. Jaycee
was pretty big and I was glad that he was not one to hold a grudge—he just
laughed about it later.
