My dad's birthday

I don't remember how long ago my dad was born but it was in the 18th century. His uncle convinced him to go to school and he met my mother at Washburn and loved football and was captain in 1913. He loved his football and when I was born the house on Polk Street got too small so he worked with a builder and moved west. We lived within four blocks of Washburn and he was sure the team would get good again and he did not want to pay for parking. When my brother Allan was in Washburn he was the waterboy, He carried a bucket of water with a dipper ever so often out to the players. If the team was out of town we listened on the radio to hear the announcer say "There goes the water boy." When I was in college the women's group put on a show at half time and I was the center so my dad heard the name Burkhardt on the loud speaker. It would best be remembered that before I was born that they beat KU. That was 1913. He also got married that year.