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Someone asked where they could get a copy of the “Making History” and “Black History” special publications that the Daily Record/Sunday News has produced. (See histories).
“Making History” tells the story of Crispus Attucks Community Center’s first 75 years, and “Black History” profiles achievers with links to York County.
Copies can be picked up at Crispus Attucks Community Center or YCCAR’s office. Educators may call Kelly Barnett, York Newspaper Co.’s NIE coordinator, at kbarnett@ync.com.
I will have copies with me at a booksigning at Borders set for 1-3 p.m. Saturday, March 24. I’ll be joining six other local authors at Border’s Whiteford Road store in York, and welcome the chance to talk. Seven signers.
Or hand out free special publications on local history… .

A Women’s History section is in production but won’t be ready by Friday. But here is a link to some of the stories that will be in the section: Building legacies and Leaving legacies.
By the way, a helpful e-mailer pointed out that the poem in the lead of my Sunday column (York’s words of wisdom) came from Jackson Browne’s “For A Dancer,” found on his “Late in the Sky” album:
For a Dancer
Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don’t remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you’d always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you’re nowhere to be found
I don’t know what happens when people die
Can’t seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It’s like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can’t sing
I can’t help listening
And I can’t help feeling stupid standing round
Crying as they ease you down
’cause I know that you’d rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(there’s nothing you can do about it anyway)
Just do the steps that you’ve been shown
By everyone you’ve ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another’s steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you’ll do alone
Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don’t let the uncertainty turn you around
(the world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you’ll never know
(Words and Music by Jackson Browne, Elektra Records, 1974)