Childhood Memory
Jonathan is on the train, traveling from Zurich to Lucerne Switzerland. It takes about 41 to 50 minutes. The spectacular scenic along the distance reminds him to his childhood. His parents lived in a small town in England where he was born and grew up. People there did farming and did not worry about money. They exchanged food by gathering their produces and store at the town cooperative. Everyone grew different fruits, vegetables, flowers and plants. Also, raised animals for milk, meat and eggs. Each family took enough for a day and never wasted crops. There were 30 cottages in the village with 200 population, 150 adults and 50 children.It was a huge windmill at the river that could see from far away.Every live in the village use the water from here. The water came from the mountains, even they believed the water was clean ,still always boiling before drinking.
Smoke was coming from chimneys in the mornings and evenings ,the sign of cooking in process. There was a big barn near the raised area where animals feeding. There were piles of straw and hey around the barn. There was a tools storage next to the barn. It was a sharing center where villagers could use the farming tools .
Jonathan’s father was the community chef and his job was visiting every family and ensure that produces enough and ready for merchants to pick up every Thursday. They grew fruits such as apples, apricots, peaches , cherries , corn. There was a huge area next to the river where grew vegetables like kale, green onion, onion, potatoes, tomatoes, melons, squashes, peppers, chillies, limes, lemons and more. His mother was the leader of women feeding animals, milk cows, collected chickens and ducks eggs, taking care of horses, pigs, goats and sheep. The animals area was across the river.
Even though, the villagers do not need money for living but sometimes they had to spend money for clothing and consuming items which they did not construct in the community.
The train stops that brings Jonathan back to the real time. He gets off the train with a big smile.
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