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<\/a> Eva was happy to ditch her shoes and enjoy some time with Gramma<\/p>\n![\"IMG_5705\"](\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4047\/4398459954_bb93d1c6aa_b.jpg\")
<\/a> Grandad provided the music<\/p>\n![\"IMG_5706\"](\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4006\/4398459228_4e236e7dc1_b.jpg\")
<\/a> Blake and Austin tried to figure out if the ukulele was anything like a guitar- oops- Grandad wanted me to correct this, it is in fact a mandolin<\/span>– not a ukulele!!<\/span><\/p>\n![\"IMG_5712\"](\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2747\/4398462726_50ea464561_b.jpg\")
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