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SANTA MONICA, Calif. -- Thinking back over her memories of Christmas, Maya Angelou recalls the aroma in her family's store in Stamps, Ark.
"My grandmother would take an orange and almost parboil it and she would stick cloves into the peel and wrap it up," she says. Then a week before Christmas, the oranges would be unwrapped and "the whole store, and of course, the house which was around the store, everything, would just smell of oranges and cloves."See the full content of this document
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Poet Maya Angelou Celebrates Christmas in Homey Style
Stirred by the memory, Angelou almost sniffs the air as she decides she may make some of those...
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