Practice Makes Music

Before we went to Montana for Thanksgiving we had to call Uncle Erik to see if he would bring two trumpets home. (Etta had said to me, "I take MY trumpet to Montana?") He said "No problem" so we were set.

Etta loved to "practice" with him and couldn't get enough!

Getting settled.



I'm not sure if this is the correct posture or horn angle...Oh well! It's a ton of fun!