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Bella has re-written the book on the banjo.

I have hazy memories of sitting at my grandparents dining room table checking out my uncle's banjo. The head was stained ivory, rough and leatherlike. It seemed huge. That was a long time ago.
 
I have hazy memories of sitting at my grandparents dining room table checking out my uncle's banjo. The head was stained ivory, rough and leatherlike. It seemed huge. That was a long time ago.

I remember my time in Kentucky with relatives. Every Saturday night the loose family gathered to play, sing, and pass the jug around. I look back on those times fondly.
 
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