I spent most of my childhood in Togo, West Africa. And our family had a mango tree there in the front yard and on this mango tree my Dad grafted it with a branch from another tasty mango tree with no strings in it.
I grew up in the British West Indies, and I have eaten many mangoes. Dad's brother, Uncle Clifford, was an expert surveyor1 who was also very knowledgeable on many fruits. He had many forms of grafted mangoes on his property, one of which I remember being exceptionally large and sweet. Uncle Clifford studied in Trinidad…
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