“Over yonder” was the location of a lot of the stories my grandfather told me. He would simultaneously say “over yonder” and point to a tree line across the road and acres of cane fields. In my mind, “Yonder” was a distinct place. Only later did I come to realize that “yonder” was the equivalent of “once upon a time.” The sense of wonder that yonder created in me is something I want to keep alive, like shielding the flame of a candle with one of your hands as you walk across the house.
