I had started a series called conversations between my sadly deceased husband Moncho and myself. I just tracked this one down from 10 years ago. It is time to be remembering the joy and fun he brought to life.


Conversations no 3


Never a dull moment in the Cadavieco household:

Moncho is doing the tiles on the new pantry shelf. A new experience for him, tiles. Suddenly he says: (Spanish accent coming)

Moncho: I go' a crundle. I never done tiles before een my life, and I go' a crundle. I think I put the stuff on the tiles and do 'em tha' way, If no', ee take a Sunday of Mondays an' the stuff go dry too quick."

Me: Yeah, right. What the heck is a crundle?

Moncho: you know, a - a - a- a CRUNDLE! A problem!

Me: A conundrum?

Moncho: Thassee! A crundle!

Marie: Wipes the tears of hysterical laughter from her eyes.



Words by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-01-20 at 23:59

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is delightful, and I can feel "crundle" working its way into my vocabulary, just waiting for an opportunity to pounce.
2024-01-21


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Marie it's nice to remember the good times.
One of my favourites when I was working,
Customer wanted to ask me about digital television,
While his wife was drinking a tea..." Excusa mea
We werea wondering do youa have testicle TV.
His wife spat the tea out I just laughed.
2024-01-21


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
This is all kinds of wunderbar. I love it! Thanks for sharing this vignette!
2024-01-21