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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved Carmen Victoria De La Torre Arregui, 96 years old, born on September 20, 1925, and passed away on January 7, 2022.  We will remember her affectionately.

Este sitio web memorial fue creado en memoria de nuestra querida Carmen Victoria De La Torre Arregui, 96 años, nacida el 20 de septiembre 1925, y falleció el 7 de enero 2022.  La recordaremos con cariño.

A memorial service via Zoom is being planned for Sunday, March 6th, from 1-2:30 pm California PST, or 4-5:30 pm in Ecuador.  A link will be provided here. 

Este servicio memorial via Zoom se planea para el domingo, 6 de marzo de la 1-2:30 in California USA, o de las 4-5:30 en el Ecuador.  El enlace será proporcionado aquí.  

Topic: Carmen Victoria De La Torre Arregui Celebration of Life Zoom Meeting
Time: Mar 6, 2022 01:00 PM Pacific Time (US and Canada); 4:00 in Ecuador
PLEASE COME PREPARED WITH YOUR FAVORITE BEVERAGE AS WE WILL BEGIN WITH A TOAST TO CARMEN... SO BEFITTING TO HER CHARACTER!!

FAVOR DE VENIR PREPARADO CON SU BEBIDA FAVORITA, PORQUE VAMOS A EMPEZAR CON UN BRINDIS A CARMEN... TAL COMO SU CARACTER!!

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March 3, 2022
March 3, 2022
Grandma was a crazy and amazing person. Uncle Andy you forgot the most important made up word - WAKARASSO!!!! I remember grandma walking circles around me in Hyde Park, having competitions who could spit a cherry seed further, non stop card games and puzzles, eating so many figs, tomatoes, oranges until our mouths were burning from all the acid, our funny movie dinners where we’d laugh till we peed our pants. Best grandmother anyone could have asked for or ever needed.
February 20, 2022
February 20, 2022
Estas son unas de las frases favoritas que usaba Carmen, especialmente con sus hijos!

Caramba!    Carajo!    Caraspita!    Sin verguenza!    Amorcito!

These are some of Carmen's favorite phrases, especially with her children!

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March 3, 2022
March 3, 2022
Grandma was a crazy and amazing person. Uncle Andy you forgot the most important made up word - WAKARASSO!!!! I remember grandma walking circles around me in Hyde Park, having competitions who could spit a cherry seed further, non stop card games and puzzles, eating so many figs, tomatoes, oranges until our mouths were burning from all the acid, our funny movie dinners where we’d laugh till we peed our pants. Best grandmother anyone could have asked for or ever needed.
February 20, 2022
February 20, 2022
Estas son unas de las frases favoritas que usaba Carmen, especialmente con sus hijos!

Caramba!    Carajo!    Caraspita!    Sin verguenza!    Amorcito!

These are some of Carmen's favorite phrases, especially with her children!
Her Life

Carmen, la wambra

February 20, 2022
Carmen Victoria Arregui De La Torre was born and raised in and around Quito, Ecuador, daughter to a large family of 8 children which included 7 sisters and 1 brother, Enrique.  Her father Luis was a medical doctor and mother Ines was a homemaker.  The family lived for a time in the capital, Quito and also in the countryside at a farm.  Calle Espejo was one location that the family lived in Quito.

Some of Carmen's favorite memories shared were about life on the farm, how they would awaken early to milk the cows and collect the chicken eggs.  The family got around by riding horses, at a time when paved roads only existed in town.  Young Carmen grew up with her siblings, and became more of a tomboy.  She loved spending time with the cows, her favorite animal.  

When her oldest brother Enrique earned a scholarship to study engineering in the United States, Carmen was sent with him to take care of him...she cooked, cleaned, pressed his clothes, etc. to help him in his quest to succeed in America.  Arriving and living in Kansas CIty, she had to adjust to a new lifestyle.  While he went off to school, she studied English and began working as a waitress in a mexican restaurant.  It was her first experience outside of Ecuador and she was surprised of the many new strange foods and customs.  

She had never seen or tasted a mexican corn tortilla--it was odd to her.  It also didn't help that the other mexican ladies she worked with didn't treat her as nicely as one would expect...they saw her as a south american oddity.  Carmen pressed on, putting up with their passive-agressive attitudes.  Her biggest taste surprise was potatoes, and how awful they tasted in America!  She had grown up eating Locro, a cheesy potato soup.  She was used to the wide variety of flavors and colors of potatoes that she had grown up with in the Andes...considered the absolute origin of flavorful potatoes on the planet--instead, she found russet potatoes which to her was big, white and bland, yech!  .  "I need to put something on those awful american potatoes..". However, french fries surprised her; she later understood that those bland fluffy potatoes were perfect for fries.  Russet potatoes only made her soup starchy, not flavorful.  Que horible! Until later in life when she discovered Yukon Gold potatoes, it was like the heavens opened up and the angels sang!  She finally had ended her quest to find a go-to potato that finally had SOME flavor.

It was the mid to late 1950's and when brother Enrique had an opportunity to work and study in Los Angeles, Carmen accompanied him again.  A young and vivacious girl, Carmen got a chance to meet while at Venice Beach the famous actor Rock Hudson.  A picture was taken, but it was lost in time.  She happened to attend a dance contest at UCLA (University of California at Los Angeles) where she would meet a young man and together they decided to sign up and try the dance contest.  Anthony Hugo De La Torre was a UCLA student studying languages of central and south american cultures.  They won the contest that night by dancing the best Tango and were awarded the King and Queen of the night.  They became an item and would later wed and move to a small house on Roseland St in the West Adams/Baldwin Hills area of Los Angeles.  Anthony surprised Carmen one day by giving her her a nearly new 1957 Cadillac.    

In 1961 their first child Tony Francis (Anthony Francis) was born, followed by their second son Andrew Francis (Paco Andres) in 1962.  Their first daughter Carmen Teresa was born in 1964, and in 1965 her 4th child Monique Angela (Monica Angela).  Anthony was now a young new professor at UCLA, Professor of Linguistics of Central & South American Culture and wanted a better neighborhood and life for his family--the family had experienced the LA Watts Riots in 1964 and vividly remember the terror in the streets by their old home.  It would be better to move to a safer neighborhood.

Working as a team, Carmen had been working as a secretary at Max Factor in Hollywood (the famous celebrity cosmetic company) on Hollywood Blvd; Anthony had been working 4 jobs to save enough money for a down payment on a house.   He worked as a truck mechanic, as a gas station attendant, tutored underclassmen in Spanish and taught Spanish to businessmen wanting to converse with their domestic hispanic housekeepers.  Finally in late 1964 they put down $3,600.00 on a small starter home built in 1901 in the safer neighborhood of Beverly Hills, CA.  The entire family had to tighten their belts for the next 3 years while trying to make enough money to pay the mortgage.  Those were the tough years, where a sack of beans and a sack of rice became the staples of food that was affordable.  The children complained about having to eat beans and rice day after day after day.  Carmen loved the rice, but not the beans--when she had been a waitress, they used to laugh at her for saying that the beans were awful.

Anthony applied for a position at the local High School (Beverly Hills High School) for which over 4,000 applicants had applied and landed the job of professor in Spanish because of his high grades (Summa Cum Laude at UCLA).  The new job payed MUCH better than his teaching position at UCLA and placed the family in a good spot to grow in their new neighborhood.  Carmen left her job at Max Factor and started working as a School Administrator for Beverly Hills Catholic School, a catholic elementary school attended by her children.  Carmen later became the School Librarian at Beverly Hills High School, allowing both of them the chance to eat lunch together.

Life moved forward, with most of their children either went off to college or got married.  Fast forward to 2015 Carmen & Anthony sold their BH home of nearly 60 years and moved to Simi Valley, CA in order to stay close to two of their children.  They bought a small house and began the task of converting that house to their liking.  Both were now retired and enjoying life together. Carmen enjoyed gardening and loved waking 1 mile to church and back nearly every day at the age 94.  She never used a cane and still had her driver's license.  Walking she said, was freedom.

In early June 2019, her daughter came home from shopping to find Carmen had a stroke which paralyzed one entire side of her body.  It was later understood that even though Carmen was taking medicines for her heart's atrial fibrillation, that 1/5 of people with that type of heart disease face the possibility of stroke.  Carmen had to be placed on pallative care at a nursing facility, to which her children visited her nearly every day until the dreaded Covid-19 pandemic wouldn't allow them to visit her.  Waving through a window was the only contact allowed for more than a year, Carmen grew weaker.  Anthony then had a slip and fall in the shower and hit his head hard...he would pass about 10 days later on Nov 6, 2019.  Carmen would survive and later pass on Jan 7, 2022. 

They are survived by their children Tony, Andrew, Carmen and Monique.

Growing up her brother Enrique would shake his head and say "hay, la wambra!," particularly when Carmen got into trouble or was just silly about something.  Wambra is a quetchua word used by the native Ecuadorian indians meaning "young girl, or silly girl".  As Carmen used to say, "soy una wambra con aventuras"  (I am a wambra who goes on adventures).

- Tony De La Torre
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Scenes from our Childhood, Part 7 - La wambrita, trial by fire

March 6, 2022
In 1969 our family visited Quito and San Rafael...I was approx 8 yrs old, and vividly remember several things.  For just over 2 months we stayed at our grandparent's Luis/Ines's farm in San Rafael, and had a chance to see what life was like on an Equadorian family farm.  Many stories here, but there was another wambrita we would meet.

Cousin Susanna was about my age, one of the few children that we got to play with while in Ecuador.  We would play in the fields, avoiding the bulls, but doing all the things kids do:  playing by the creek/river, throwing stones, picking fruit when we could.  There was an old, dilapidated choza with the roof falling in, which we played nearby.  Susanna told us that the Devil had been there, and that we couldn't get too close to it because children would disappear.  We got really close, but not close enough to encourage the Devil.  Then she said...we need to get rid of the Devil...and to our astonishment, she produced matches and began to set fire to the dry field around it.  The winds kicked up and we panicked...we started stomping on the spreading fire, worried that we were going to get San Benito's whipping if we set the whole field ablaze.  It was the first time we had ever played with fire, and we were so scared. Three dumb kids wearing shorts, we were able to stomp the fire out, but had ashes all over our legs and shoes.  I remember going by the creek and doing our best to wash off the evidence that we had been playing with fire.  Thank God we overcame that fire.

Susanna surprised us by saying that she could fly.  Really?  Yes, let's jump off that big rock over there.  She would dare us to jump off, that she did it all the time.  Oh yeah?  show us.  She wouldn't show us, she would touch us on the shoulder and say, "there, I touched you, now you can fly like me..".  but she always wanted us to jump first.  Andrew and I were so skeptical, that we didn't do it...you show us first!  It never happened.  

Susanna la wambrita probably laughed at us boys from the city...we almost set the neighborhood on fire and we could have jumped off a big rock into the fast flowing creek.  Years later when we confessed to mom about what had happened, she laughed and said...un aventura. (an adventure).

Scenes from our Childhood Part 10 - San Benito

March 6, 2022
So like all kids, we got into trouble.  
On the first day at Catholic School, dad and mom presented us to the nuns, and Dad told them:  "if my kids misbehave, you have my permission to smack them...".  Mom looked worried, which worried us.  The nuns took it to heart.  If you were bad or just got the blame for something you didn't do, they would have you stick out your hand, they would grab your wrist and smack your hand with a ruler.  After getting smacked, you had to sign your name on the ruler!

At home, mom would say to us when were bad or being obstinate:  When your father gets home, San Benito is also coming to you.  (Cuando viene to padre, San Benito viene tambien).  San Benito was one dad's old thick leather belts with a silver cowboy belt buckle.  San Benito (St Benedict was a famous catholic saint known for his power of evading the Devil and escaping the traps the Devil had set for him).  To be hit with San Benito was to be "blessed" with good, (according to our parent's thinking) even though it hurt. 

I can still remember my brother Andrew running around the house and backyard like a bunny rabbit, trying to escape mom who chased him with San Benito in her hand, saying "  aqui viene San Benito.." and seeing my brother duck in an out of crawl spaces to avoid being hit.  One time, we had seen a movie where the heroes used twine and a steel hook and would throw the hook to catch on things and flip items towards them, saving the day.  We though it was so cool that we made our own from dad's collection of hardware in the garage.  One day we both simultaneously hooked onto the same ashtray and we both pulled it apart, having broken it into two pieces after being told not to use our hooks inside the house.  That was the worst evening, when San Benito was used to whip us until blood just started to come out.  It was a terrible experience and we never saw much of San Benito after that.  Mom and Dad were horrified that we had been injured.  Of all us kids, Andrew got it more often...he was always stealing beef off off everyone's dinner plates, even when we had parties or family visiting.  And so the blessing of San Benito was part of our lives, until it was banned.

Scenes from our Childhood, Part 9 - Undercover Seafood

March 6, 2022
Next to fruit, mom's favorite thing was seafood...any seafood.  Dad grew up in El Paso, Texas and in Greenbay, Wisconsin, land-locked areas so lake fish were fine, but seafood was as alien to him as those nasty russet potatoes were to mom.  Apart from the occasional Halibut or Snapper that mom gave us on Friday's (no meat on Friday's, mom was very catholic), no other seafood was tolerated at home except Van de Camp's fish sticks.

La wambra had her ideas altogether.  She would tell dad that we were off to the market on a saturday, and we would drive out to Marina Del Rey, or to the famous San Pedro Fish Market with dockside eating.  In Marina De Rey on Fisherman's Wharf, mom would search out seafood restaurants and while we kids would feed the seagulls and run around the wharf, she would get herself a bucket of clams, or even her favorite, Dungeness Crab.  Mom taught us how to use the crackers to break open the shells, and she would suck the meat out of the crab, with juice running down her chin.  Afterwards we had to wash up carefully, so as not to arouse dad's suspicions should he smell seafood on us or our clothes.  It was our secret, she even took us to McDonalds to get an ice cream cone on the way back home.  She wasn't going to be denied seafood!

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