Tribute To My Dad: Part 1

I've been pondering for awhile now about how I want to write my tribute to my dad. So I am going to write stories he told me to best of my memory and stuff about him that I know from growing up with him. Hope you all enjoy this one as much as you did my tribute to my mom.

On July 2, 1944 Charles Albert And Charley Robert Urbain were born to Louis Frank and Pauline Francis Urbain. My dad Charles (Chuck) was born five minutes before his fraternal twin Charley. Charley was born breach and they were nicknamed the butt brothers because they were born butt to butt. HE HE HE! My dad and his other brothers were your typical boys, they played, rode bikes, helped out grandparents, got into trouble all the time, etc....

In this pic my dad is the smaller one with the curl up front. ( the curl was his trademark).

My dad and my uncles use to tell me that they would bully the bullies in school. They would fight the bullies for picking on other kids that weren't good at standing up for themselves. I guess one of their favorite games was frog where they would punch each other on the arms with a knuckle up and bruise each other on purpose.

Chuck ( Smaller one) & Charley Urbain



My Dad

I remember seeing a newspaper article once about a lad who grabbed a hold of a truck bumper and was dragged several feet down an alley. It had my dad's name listed but after questioning my dad about it he said it was his twin Charley who did it. He had a few scraps and bruises but he was fine.


I also remember seeing one of his report cards from school. He definitely wasn't a great student. He had a lot of D's, F's some C's. I had to question him about an F in homeroom. I asked him " How do you get an F in Homeroom, you don't do much in homeroom to get an F"
His response was " You do when you hit the teacher." Oh my! from what I remember he said another boy was starting a fight with him and he thought it was someone else who was getting involved and he swung and it turned out to be his homeroom teacher who was trying to break up the fight.

My last memory for this post anyway is a time when he was around twelve years old, on Easter he decided to stick a lit candle over a trash barrel in the yard and got his twin Charley to look inside and I guess the barrel had some kind of chemical in it they didn't know about ( can you see where this is going?) and the barrel blew up and the lid hit my uncle right between the eyes and knocked him out. I believe my dad also got hurt but not as bad. Both of them were fine. I guess boys will be boys.

To be continued..............