It was a simple request. She wanted some dinner rolls at the table and there was a basket of them out of reach, so she politely asked. She asked if someone could, "Please pass the p'yonders."
But no one budged. No one knew what a p'yonder was! They just looked at her inquisitively.
SO, what is a p'yonder, you ask? What? Don’t you know? Don’t you know that a songwriter penned about them in a beloved church song many years ago? Apparently, to that little girl, Anne Smith, she thought that song was about sitting around a dinner table in heaven and that the dinner rolls would have a different name …“p'yonders.” And that the songwriter must have penned about longing for that day, because instead of speaking of a celestial roll call he was surely just hungry and craving some divine dinner. What she heard, as the lyrics suggest, was that “when the roll is called a p'yonder I‘ll be there!”