A conversation about Harmonicas

I went up to my mom this morning and said "Somebody
bought me a harmonica...see?" and I showed it to her.
"It's in the key of A, so it's harder to play..."

She said "OH your uncle Brian used to play the
harmonica.  He could teach you to play the harmonica.
When he was a kid, he learned the ukelele and then the
harmonica."
"He learned the uke before he learned the harmonica?"
"Ya"
"That's crazy."

My dad wandered in. "What?"
"I have a harmonica."
"Really? If your grampie swaine was still alive, he
could teach you to play the harmonica.  And the
accordian."
"Grampie played the accordian??"
"Ya, he used to have a little button accordian when we
were young, but David and I pulled it apart one time
when we were fighting.  Years later, I bought
him an accordian for christmas and he opened the box
and said what's this.  I said, I bought you an
accordian to play.  He said, this is a concertina
accordian, I don't know how to play this.  Would you
like me to take it back, I said.  He said, no that's
okay.  Well, I went in the kitchen with mum and
minutes later we heard Hear Comes Santa Claus drifting
in from the living room.  Apparently he figured out
how to play the thing.  He always did have an ear for
music."

He used to love playing the harmonica so much he'd
play it til his mouth was dry and then have to go have
a beer.  He would do this over and over.  Sometimes,
he'd go down to Dover with his friends and have
herring and potatoes and just play the harmonica and
drink beer all night. He always did love music."