"Gramma" Carmen Perez
July 16, 1926 – December 26, 2020
Carmen was born in Cuba to parents, Ignacio Garcia Veguillas (Spain) and Catalina Moncada Moreno (Mexico). She is survived by her children, Juan Jesus Perez (Laura Monteverde Perez), Loretta Perez Garcia (Bob Garcia) and Eduardo Perez (Dorinda Perez), grandchildren, Laura Cater Phillips, Jennifer Cisneros, Lissa Miller, Bobby Garcia, Danny Perez and Taryn Perez. Her great grandchildren, Nathan Cater, Stephanie Cater Meinardus, Bianca Cisneros, Alexis Miller, Abigail Cisneros, Kaycee Miller, James Miller Jr., Violeta Garcia Gonzalez, Tristan Perez and Camila Garcia Gonzalez and great, great grandchildren Lincoln Cater and Luke and Boyd Meinardus, her brother, Luis Garcia as well as many family members near and far.
Carmen came to the United States in 1956 with her husband, Ignacio and oldest son, JJ. After a brief time living in Florida and the birth of her daughter, the family moved to California where her third child was born, eventually ending up in Glendale.
Carmen spent many happy years as a mother and housewife raising her family and surrounded by an incredible group of friends on Windsor Road. Eventually she returned to the workforce where she held several jobs. In 1976 she began working at Glendale Memorial Hospital, which she always said was one of her favorite places to work. After retiring from the hospital in 1991 and moving to Santa Clarita, she dedicated herself to her family and grandkids.
Gramma Carmen, as she was known, loved riding the buses and metrolink trains - be it across town to her favorite store, Macy's or to get her hair done in Glendale on a weekly basis. A trip which consisted of taking 2 buses, a 45 minute train ride and 6 blocks of walking, but she always said the journey to looking her best was half the fun.
Carmen was an amazing wife, mother, grandmother, family member and friend loved by many near and far. She was a ball of energy and could not stay still for long. Even at 94 years of age, she could be found exercising on her stationary bicycle or walking up and down the grocery store aisles for exercise. She had more fire in her little pinky than most people half her age. She was strong willed and determined and had the uncanny ability to know and sense things before they happened.
As expressed by friends and family, Carmen and her husband Ignacio, were the perfect example of a fairy tale love story. Her love which extended to her family could be seen in every word and action she displayed. Always making sure that the world knew all about the great successes and achievements of each member of the family.
Carmen passed away in the early hours of December 26 at Henry Mayo Newhall Hospital from complications of COVID, surrounded by her family via teleconferencing.
Her long life and the incredible lessons she taught us will forever remain in the hearts and memories of her friends and family.
Carmen nació en Cuba a padres, Ignacio García Veguillas (España) y Catalina Moncada Moreno (México). Le sobreviven sus hijos, Juan Jesus Perez (Laura Monteverde Perez), Loretta Perez Garcia (Bob Garcia) y Eduardo Perez (Dorinda Perez), nietos, Laura Cater Phillips, Jennifer Cisneros, Lissa Miller, Bobby Garcia, Danny Perez y Taryn. Pérez. Sus bisnietos, Nathan Cater, Stephanie Cater Meinardus, Bianca Cisneros, Alexis Miller, Abigail Cisneros, Kaycee Miller, James Miller Jr., Violeta García González, Tristan Pérez y Camila García González y sus bisnietos Lincoln Cater y Luke y Boyd Meinardus , su hermano, Luis García, así como muchos familiares cercanos y lejanos.
Carmen llegó a los Estados Unidos en 1956 con su esposo, Ignacio y su hijo mayor, JJ. Después de un breve tiempo viviendo en Florida y el nacimiento de su hija, la familia se mudó a California, donde nació su tercer hijo, y finalmente terminó en Glendale.
Carmen pasó muchos años felices como madre y ama de casa criando a su familia y rodeada de un increíble grupo de amigos en Windsor Road. Finalmente, regresó a la fuerza laboral donde tuvo varios trabajos. En 1976 comenzó a trabajar en Glendale Memorial Hospital, que siempre dijo que era uno de sus lugares favoritos para trabajar. Luego de retirarse del hospital en 1991 y mudarse a Santa Clarita, se dedicó a su familia y nietos.
A la abuela o Gramma Carmen, como la conocían, le encantaba viajar en autobuses y trenes metrolink, ya fuera al otro lado de la ciudad hasta su tienda favorita, Macy's, o para peinarse en Glendale semanalmente. Un viaje que consistía en tomar 2 buses, un viaje en tren de 45 minutos y caminar 6 cuadras, pero siempre dijo que el viaje para lucir lo mejor posible era la mitad de la diversión.
Carmen fue una increíble esposa, madre, abuela, miembra de la familia y amiga, amada por muchos cercanos y lejanos. Ella era una bola de energía y no podía quedarse quieta por mucho tiempo. Incluso a los 94 años de edad, se le podía encontrar haciendo ejercicio en su bicicleta estática o caminando por los pasillos del mercado. Tenía más fuego en su meñique que la mayoría de la gente con la mitad de su edad. Tenía una voluntad fuerte y decidida y la asombrosa habilidad de saber y sentir las cosas antes de que sucedieran.
Según expresado por amigos y familiares, Carmen y su esposo Ignacio, fueron el ejemplo perfecto de una historia de amor de cuento de hadas. El amor que se extendió a su familia y se podía ver en cada palabra y acción que mostraba. Siempre asegurándo de que el mundo supiera todo sobre los grandes éxitos y logros de cada miembro de la familia.
Carmen falleció en la madrugada del 26 de diciembre en el Hospital Henry Mayo Newhall por complicaciones del COVID, rodeada de su familia por teleconferencia.
Su larga vida y las increíbles lecciones que nos enseñó permanecerán para siempre en los corazones y recuerdos de sus amigos y familiares.
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
"Gramma" Carmen Perez
January 15, 2021
I remember my Aunt Carmen as an affectionate, demonstrative person who was amazing with kids.
My boys and I had a wonderful time with her at Disney World in Florida, fond happy memories. She was a joy to be around. May she rest in peace. She will be missed. 💚
January 14, 2021
When i think of my Tia Carmen, an image of a burst of light and positive energy comes to mind. Unfortunately, we only saw Tia whenever we would visit California, or when she would come down to Miami. As a little girl, I remember being particularly impressed by her ease with public affection and obvious adoration of her husband Chucho (as we called him,), Papi, as she called him. That was something I’d never seen before-nor since.
On one visit, Tia took me to Marina del Rey . Not sure if anyone else went that day, I just remember she and I were there. As everyone knows, Tía loved shopping.! Personally, I have always been more of a window shopper, looking way more than shopping. So, as we strolled down the aisles, we both stopped to
admire the jewelry on display oohhhing and ahhing at the wonders we saw. Once outside the shops, Tia handed me a small box and inside were a pair of delicately carved pink coral earrings in the shape of a rose, the most beautiful earrings I had ever seen in my life. Don’t know when she bought them, never saw it coming, but for years I treasured them, only wearing them on very special occasions.
Fast forward to many ( many) years later, while living in San Francisco, Tia came to visit us with cousin Marta from Cuba. My son, Dominik, was 2 at the time and for some reason he called them, “Las Niñas” When they’d go out he’d ask, “Donde están las niñas?” Needless to say, they both got a kick out of that.
One night, we went down to Chinatown for dinner, and, yep, shopping. As we were oohing and ahhing over the Chinese clothes, Tia fell in love with a gorgeous red silk Chinese blouse. Never having forgotten my Coral earrings, I thought: Here’s your chance! I quietly prayed she wouldn’t buy it for herself, and when she didn’t, I did! Outside the store, I handed her the package with the blouse and reminded her about the earrings and how much they’d meant to me. Her smile could’ve lit up a stadium!
That smile is my fondest memory
January 11, 2021
I have the fondest memories of Carmen Perez. She and her husband, my cousin Jesús, took me into their home in Miami when I came from Cuba without my parents at age 15. They and their son J.J. made me feel right at home, treating me like another son and brother. Seeing little Loretta take her first steps and learning to talk was a joyful sight. Carmita, like friends called her, was always cheerful and welcoming. Their household was constantly visited by friends and family who would show up Cuban style, unannounced, and were always received with a warm welcome from the Perez-García family.
Carmita’s smile could light up a room and was always in a contagious good mood. She had a great sense of humor.
Sure there were bumps along the road, but I always thought how fortunate cousin Jesús was to have such a wonderful companion alongside for the journey. Now they are together again, hand in hand, and their love story continues. May they both rest in peace and be guardian angels to the beautiful extended family of which they were the cornerstone.
January 11, 2021
Mom, I know you are now with Dad and looking down on us from heaven. While that brings me peace, the idea that I can no longer see or talk to you, breaks my heart.
I hope we can continue to make you proud and share your love and wisdom as you always wished.
I love and miss you so much!