Whoa Yonder was written for all those people who did not grow up on a farm...a real farm....a farm in the mid 1900's when Mrs. Willie Mae still milked Brownie, when Mr. Massey still rolled Prince Albert, and when a good used bicycle could be bought for $8. When rabbits could be peddled in northwest Moultrie at night for 25 cent a piece, and sex education was taught at the ends of long rows of tobacco. When a stranger might be offered a coke by George Wood up at the store, or when neighbors would park their trucks and help a neighbor tote watermelons out of a boggy field. Whoa Yonder is a detailed and vivid account of life on a South Georgia farm in the 1950's...you will hear the chant of the tobacco auctioneer, and feel the heat of burning sand as you help irrigate tobacco...or maybe the terror of a barn being struck by lightning. The people of the rural South come to life...the street evangelist on the Courthouse Square, or family stories being told at the backyard fish fry. You'll hear all about Mama chewing Pittman out for his cussing at the red barn, and perhaps you'll cry when Red is put down. A visit to the farm, and a place and people you will never forget. "If I'm lyin...I'm dyin "