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KinderCare Day Care Session

theartofcapturinglife — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:45:04 +0000

KinderCare Daycare of Waterford asked me to come in and take photos of all the children as the daycares gift to the parents. This was an exciting task. My daughter Leanne has worked at KinderCare for ten years, so I have been a regular visitor to the center in the past. However it’s been a while since I’ve been there so I was anxious to meet some of the new students.

Santa also paid a special visit.

I would like to thank all of the parents who have allowed me to share a fun filled day with their precious children.

And a special thank you to my beautiful daughter Leanne for just being herself and loving each and everyone of these children and many many others who have passed through the doors of KinderCare in the last ten years. We are all blessed to have her.

Christmas Spirit Lives In Clark County

lewwaters — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 18:12:39 +0000

It seems everywhere we turn today, we hear or read of yet another attack on Christmas. Be it Nativit

KinderCare Schedules Saturday Open House

Joe Zlomek — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 10:29:50 +0000

POTTSTOWN PA – KinderCare Learning Center, a children’s day care center that operates in Lower Pottsgrove (PA) Township, will hold a fall open house Saturday (Oct. 10, 2009) from 9 a.m. to noon at its facility, 1550 Industrial Hwy., Pottstown PA, center director Dawn Trout announced in an e-mail.

This event has been added to The Post calendar.

KinderCare staff members will be on hand to meet visitors and offer tours of the center, which is located west of the Pottstown Best Western hotel and the Arman Hammer Boulevard ramp to U.S. Route 422. For more information, call 610-326-0554.

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Looking for Childcare in Nyack area?

rocklandcounty9w — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 02:04:22 +0000

One of the most daunting experiences, for a parent, is choosing a child care facility. First time parents probably have it the worst but it doesn’t get much better as you have more children. Really, once you find your perfect fit, most families will stay at the same center.

In Rockland, from town to town, you will find a number of small child care centers. They range in size, offerings and price. More recently there have been a few “franchise” centers popping up. KinderCare, TutorTime and now, Children of America.

Children of America has a location at 265 Route 9W. Currently in NY, this is the only Children of America Center but there are 4 more in the works. Three of these are in Westchester County, but the fourth will be in Stony Point, also on 9W. Let’s see how quickly they get it up and running. Will I make it to Stony Point before it opens? hmmmm?

Children of America

For Nyack, this is the first Day Care Center of its kind. The Center cares for children ages 6 weeks – 12 years old. The curriculum is impressive and delivers a balance of education, socialization skills, fitness and artistic expression. The company started in 1999. One might like the fact that Children of America offers internet video surveillance for parent monitoring. Funny, I’m just thinking of a first time parent at their computer at work, calling the coworkers around saying, “Oh, look at little Billy! Isn’t he so cute when he sleeps!?!!” Pan the camara on all the co-workers rolling their eyes. Anyway, they do also offer an advanced security system using PIN technology. This is a far cry from when I would pull up to my day care center, honk the horn, and my son would come running out.

Children of America is in a newly constructed building on the right as you drive north with plenty of parking on the premises.

Next, we’ll talk a little Real Estate ….

Life at a Glance

Luna — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:35:48 +0000

by Christopher Luna

Here’s a letter I wrote to catch up with an old Professor; thoughts about life and what’s been on my mind lately predominate:

It’s been a while since we talked or since I wrote, so I thought I’d send you an email with a bit of an update about what’s going on with us.

We’ve been staying with my Mother in Colorado for the last few months. It’s a strange mix of very Western suburbia and some of the most gorgeous mountains I’ve seen in the States. The mountains are very close, but there’s nowhere to hike in the mountains that’s not an hour’s drive from my Mother’s place, so we often walk through town, and that can be a little bit claustraphobic. The name of the town is Loveland, and it’s got a huge concentration of lakes, but almost all of them are surrounded on all sides by private houses, and often you can only see the lakes and mountains through chain link fence. So, as I said, it’s been a strange mix.

Tania and I have been reading a lot, walking, writing. I’ve been writing a lot on my blog, but most of it is pretty cerebral and has very little to do with where I am and my daily life sort of stuff. It might turn into more of a travelogue when we actually get moving more. I just read Camus’ The Stranger and although I thought it was beautiful, I wasn’t all that impressed with the picture it painted. Tania’s been reading a fair amount of D.H. Lawrence, and has found a great deal of his work to be very inspiring. I’m planning on reading some of it myself. A friend of mine has also recommended a book that sounds interesting. It’s called Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates by Tom Robbins. I’m planning to check that out next.

Isabelle’s doing wonderfully. I wish we had gotten a photo of her in the little purple dress you bought, but we were running around like chickens with our heads cut off, and by the time we were a little more settled she had grown out of it. We’re keeping the dress with my Mother, in case my sister or I have another little girl, because it’s just about the most beautiful baby dress I’ve ever seen. In the mean time, Isabelle has been growing very quickly, both body and mind. She’s six and a half months old now, and she’s more than two feet tall. She’s not quite crawling, but she is pulling herself along the floor forward. She’s also been babbling a lot. She has cute, happy shrieks, and she’ll run off with “blah blah, da da, ma ma, tha tha, fa fa.” She can also make that “phhhhhht” sound with her tongue. Tania taught her that. It may seem like a silly thing, but it’s amazing to watch Isabelle watch Tania’s lips and tongue attentively, and then slowly try to mimic the action, practice patiently, and get it down. She makes me very proud. She’s a beautiful baby, but her constantly-smiling personality is something really special. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that Tania and I have both been able to spend so much time with her, and it makes me feel a little sorry for parents who are either unable or unwilling to spend the time so early in their children’s life. I’ve never had a close connection with my father, but it all feels so easy right now, and I know that no matter what difficulties come up later in life, I’ve really established some deep and visceral connection between us that can be the basis of a great relationship. It’s very surreal sometimes, the juxtaposition between the close connection that I have with Isabelle and my Mother’s description of her work at “KinderCare,” a daycare center where she’s responsible for ten babies at a time! She laments that no matter what she does, she just doesn’t have the time in a day to give them much personal attention and really work with them and play with them. It seems to make such a big difference, especially when she describes the behavior of the babies at the KinderCare center.

Anyway, we’ve only recently started reading to Isabelle regularly, and she still doesn’t pay that much attention. She always tries to grab the book. It actually works best when I walk around while she’s sitting on the floor, and read the book out loud without looking at it very much. We’ve read Paradise Lost, some of The Hobbit, some of the Bible, and some Pooh stories to her. Have you ever read the old Pooh Bear stories? They’re really quite funny, and written almost poetically. Anyway, Isabelle’s very curious, and she’s not at all shy. When I read aloud I do angry voices, argumentative voices, things like that, and she just smiles and watches. She’s a very good-natured little girl. Recently, she cut her first tooth, and she never complained once. We didn’t even need to use oragel or whatever that gum-numbing stuff is. She’s also been starting to eat solid food. In fact, she’s very enthusiastic about food. She chewed the very first time we gave it to her, and even when she makes a face at some kind of food (like wilted spinach) she keeps coming back for more. Her fingers have developed dexterity very well. She can already pick up Cheerios or bits of bread with forefinger and thumb, and put them in her mouth. She rarely drops anything anymore.

I’ve found a job. Starting in late August, I’ll be teaching English composition and conversation at Minjiang University in Fuzhou (pronounced: Foo-Joe), in Fujian Province, China. It’s on the southern part of the eastern coast of China– the city is right across the straight from Taiwan, actually. I’ve been in touch with Chia-wen (who, if I recall correctly, worked with you for her Div III and translated some of Virginia Woolfe’s work?), who is a mutual friend of Tania and I. Chia-wen and I used to make dinner together fairly often when Tania spent the Spring in China after we met. Anyway, it turns out that she’s nearly done with her Masters and will probably be heading back to Taiwan some time this year or next. We’re going to see if we can meet up with her on a vacation or something.

Tania’s decided she doesn’t want to teach or work just yet, which is fine. The salary from the University should be more than enough for us all to live frugally and save quite a bit of money. Since we’ll be in China, it will give Tania a chance to be immersed in Mandarin again, and she’s looking forward to exploring Fuzhou with Isabelle. I’m both nervous and excited. I think I’ll be a good teacher, and I’m grateful to be working at the University level, but I’ve never even been out of the country before, and China is a whole other world. It will be good to have Tania around.

As we’ve been paring down our possessions in preparation to leave for China, we’ve pared down our books a great deal. My Mother’s keeping a lot of them for us, but I wanted a good edition of the Bible to bring with us. I like the NRSV with notes for accuracy and clarity, but I like the King James for its beauty. We picked up one of the trade hardcover editions of the Pennyroyal Caxton Bible illustrated by Barry Moser. I’m assuming you’ve seen it? When I got our copy (it’s a large, very well-made hardcover for a simple trade edition), I was so impressed. We got it for $15.80 from one of the used book sellers on Amazon, and although they listed the book in “good” condition, it was still in its plastic-wrap from the publisher. As I looked through the pages, I thought how wonderful a book it would be to bring to China. It’s such a profound representation of so many things Western: a sort of combination of some vastly traditional and antique techniques employed by a group of contemporary artists. The whole book is such a profoundly and meticulously crafted object. Every page is beautiful, even the ones without illustrations. It’s just so impressive to me that such a marvelous book was so inexpensive.

As I looked at the illustrations, I started thinking about how Moser was using them to evoke some feelings in the Bible that I hadn’t seen in other illustrations. Doré’s illustrations never really struck me the same way these ones do. There’s something alien and strange and aloof about Doré’s illustrations, even while they are moving. Doré’s Christ seems effeminate somehow, and kind of effeminate in a way that reminds me of some interpretations of Fate. There’s a coldness to his Christ, and an almost inhuman disdain– but maybe that’s just me.

Moser’s illustrations are very striking. They are surprising– both in what he chooses to illustrate, and how. I love the profusion of portraiture. It’s very easy in Chronicles and some of the other moments in the books of history to just lose track of all the people, even after reading it several times and noting what minor things are attributed to each. The portraits of some of the more minor people in the Bible seem to give them new life, to bring them out of the page, and to give you a picture of these people through Moser’s eyes. There’s an almost documentary look to some of his portraits, and everywhere the figures are not idealized, but seem very real. Some of the moments that he chooses to illustrate are also impressive. His image of Moses at the Red sea doesn’t have its emphasis on the miracle of parting, but instead on this windswept figure of Moses holding his staff up as though to usher you onward, and a scrabbling landscape of stone takes up most of the image. There’s only one image of Satan in his illustrations as well, and it’s placed side by side with Job. Moser’s Satan is definitely the Satan of Job with Christian overtones– he is the Accuser, and he looks like a diabolical lawyer, and deeply sinister.

Indeed, there is little if any focus on the miraculous– one of the rare exceptions might be Christ raising Lazarus– and instead, when Moser deals with the “supernatural” in the form of angels and visions we see images of the creatures themselves. His angels look to all have been done from the same model, a nude woman, not an idealized figure, but perhaps the most “perfect” in physical figure of any of the women or men he used as models. The same model, I think, is used for Wisdom, and the main difference between them is that Wisdom does not wear a helmet that obscures her face.

When the Bible talks of sacrifices, Moser shows us images of the animals. When the Bible has poetry, he shows us images that are at times surreal, and always striking. I’m very glad for this Bible, and I wonder how Isabelle will see the Bible as she grows up with these images embedded in its pages. They seem perfectly designed to inspire the reader’s imagination, while leaving that imagination open to envision the more complicated, more fantastic images described in more detail in the text– things like Ezekiel’s chariot and Isaiah’s vision of the throne of God are not illustrated. It’s almost as though the images pick up where the text is most sparse, with some notable and worthy exceptions.

Thinking about how Isabelle will see the Bible when she sees it with Moser’s illustrations, it made me think about the earliest memories I have of stories, and which stories stayed with me, and what those stories did. My Mother had a large picture-book version of Peter Pan (not the Disney version) that came with a cassette tape of the book being performed by several actors. I remember the sense of dreaming and unbridled imagination that the book inspired in me. When I was very young, I’d walk around my Mother’s condo complex (which was pretty nice, all things considered– lots of grass, lots of trees), and I’d imagine I was flying and make up stories about Never Never Land in my head. That dream of flying, that imagination of flying really stuck with me, and the movie Hook sort of fanned the flames of that imagination. These memories stood out again when I read a passage in Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil the other day:

Quidquid luce fuit, tenebris agit: but the other way around, too. What we experience in dreams– assuming we experience it often– belongs in the end just as much to the over-all economy of our soul as to anything experienced “actually:” we are richer or poorer on account of it, have one need more or less, and finally are led a little by the habits of our dreams even more in broad daylight and in the most cheerful moments of our wide-awake spirit.

Suppose someone has flown often in his dreams and finally, as soon as he dreams, he is conscious of his power and art of flight as if it were his privilege, also his characteristic and enviable happiness. He believes himself capable of realizing every kind of arc and angle simply with the lightest impulse.; he knows the feeling of a certain divine frivolity, an “upward” without tension and constraint, a “downward” without condescension and humiliation– without gravity! How could a human being who had had such dream experiences and dream habits fail to find that the word “happiness” had a different color and definition in his waking life, too? How could he fail to– desire happiness differently? ”Rising” as described by poets must seem to him, compared with this “flying,” too earthbound, muscle-bound, forced, too “grave.”

– Nietzsche, Aphorism 193 in “The Natural History of Morals,” Beyond Good and Evil translated by Walter Kaufmann

I started talking to Tania about the possibilities in teaching Isabelle. I’ve talked to a few different people about the idea of nature versus nurture, and it’s interesting how we relegate our conception of nurture to some often very narrow things. People think of formal education, even education in the home as a very formal process of systematic teaching. People will throw in the “home environment” almost as a variable. But really, the nurture question fills up just about everything. It’s our culture, our literature, our family relations, our ideas of ourselves and each other. Milton’s nurture can’t just be boiled down to a rigorous education in Greek, Hebrew and Latin literature from a very young age– it was that formal sort of education mixed with a family life, mixed with the revolutionary spirit and culture of Puritan England. Milton would undoubtedly have been a very different man if he had been born before the Reformation.

As I thought about all that, I thought about how much of a role we have in our children’s lives, especially so early. It’s true that you shouldn’t put your children in an isolated box, but it’s also true that as a parent, for a fair number of years you’re crafting this sort of basic mythology of life for your children. They will look to you for literature, for stories, for movies, for conversation, for the answers to questions about the world around you, and that whole experience builds a set of symbols and meaning that will act as a starting point in many ways for the child’s own investigation into the world. If my daughter is to experience the Bible, I don’t want her to see cartoonish pictures of Jesus with a blank face and a halo; I don’t want her to see a narrow contemporary Protestant interpretation of the Bible in pictures– I want her to see the emotions and moments of real human life that make the Bible such a complex and beautiful text, that make the Bible so deep even today. In the same way, I don’t want to just give her things because I had them in my childhood. I want to think of what they did for me, and try to see the mixture of mythologies she will have from a set of books, from a set of stories, from a set of answers to her questions about life. We may not be able to teach imagination in a formal systematic process, but I don’t think nurture is absent from the forces that spark an imagination. We can be more present in the creation of our family culture, and still give our children the freedom to explore the world around them. It’s made me very excited about being a Father, and excited about teaching Isabelle as she grows up.

In that vein I’ve been thinking a great deal about culture, how it’s transmitted, and how we sometimes hold onto things out of a sense of nostalgia. I’ve been talking to a number of friends lately, with the hope to inspire some of them to try to move outside of what’s comfortable culturally, to challenge some deep assumptions about their ideas and their faith, and to try to bring those questions through without easy answers. My Uncle was shook up a little bit when I questioned some of his ideas surrounding the “mechanics” of the supernatural– orders of angels, and what things in the Bible are angels, and what all that has to do with faith. For me, I suppose, we don’t have to discount stories like Milton’s, that draw heavily on (well and carefully considered) tradition– but maybe it’s a good idea to view those things as stories with powerful meaning– new revelation that has very little to do with the mechanics of angelic hierarchy and Trinitarian relationships. I think Milton was qualifying all the mechanics in his stories anyway, but there’s this elusive possibility of really profound and unique insight that only comes, it seems to me, when we are ready to discard all our assumptions about what a book, or a word, or even a life means. And it seems so easy for people to become trapped in narrow narratives.

It’s been both hard and good being here with my Mother. When she was complaining about life in Southern California for years, I was the one who came back to Southern California and told her that there was no reason she couldn’t just up and leave– that she didn’t have to work two jobs to live in a run-down duplex in the middle of suburbia. But in Colorado, things got rough for her. After Starbucks fired her, she had a really hard time finding anything. She has seventeen years experience teaching in a Montessori classroom, but everything she applied for went to younger applicants with Bachelor’s degrees. She has been feeling a little deflated and a little hopeless, especially with her current job. KinderCare is hard on her– she wants to do more for the babies, but she doesn’t have time, and she thinks it shows in how slowly some of them learn the “milestones” of growing up. She makes something like ten dollars an hour to care for ten babies. She’s having to move out of the house she was renting into a friend’s basement apartment just to save up the money she needs for a security deposit on a small apartment. She is just feeling trapped by a lot of things, and she feels like she wasn’t present for our visit here because she was feeling in such a low place. She’s really going to miss us, and that’s hard.

But I had a long talk with her about the possibilities in life, and encouraged her not to give up. I asked her if she’d want to go back to school, and I told her that there were bound to be tons of scholarships and programs specifically designed to help older, divorced women go back and get a degree. She was intimidated by the thought of school because of how I write, and how quickly, but I told her that she’d be a great student, and that everyone has to learn how to write, and that most undergraduate students don’t write like me. I told her if she spent three quarters of the time and energy she devoted to a forty hour a week job that she loathes to reading, writing, and seeking help from Professors, that she’d be a great student. She’s looking into it, and looking more hopeful, but I told her that more than anything she just has to believe that she can do what she wants to do. If it’s not school, she’s got to come home every night and look for a better job, and apply to everything that looks like she’d enjoy. It’s hard for her, and I understand, because when you work a job you hate, you don’t feel like doing anything when you come home. I know that she wishes that she could live near Tania and I, and see Isabelle, and be with Isabelle. I actually think that as I get more lucrative contracts in China (if we do this for more than a year), I might try to buy a place in China and invite my Mother to spend a year with us there. I don’t know– it’s hard, but I really think that after our talk she will be inspired to get some things together again, and reach for something more fulfilling than what she has. I’m still not sure how to inspire some of the people in my life, but I think it’s the most important thing on my mind, and it’s closely linked to my thoughts about Isabelle and culture.

It’s food for my mind amidst a very busy time. We’ll be helping my Mother move today, then spending the day with her and my Uncle tomorrow, then we leave Colorado on Friday. We’re going to work our way out West for ten days, stopping at National Parks along the way, and arrive in Arcata, in Northern California. We’ll spend maybe a month with my Aunt and Uncle there, in the Redwood rain forest on the Pacific Coast; we’ll probably do a lot of hiking. Then, we’ll work our way down the California coast, visiting my Grandfather in Sacramento, my Aunt and Uncle in San Fransisco, my Father (who I haven’t seen in seven years) in San Jose, and finally my friends in Orange County. It’s going to be an exciting few months.

Donate Used Children

eblackwell — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 20:39:03 +0000

That’s the title of the notice I just received. Wouldn’t that be great? The little buggers are getting on your nerves, telling you what a bad parent you are if you don’t buy the latest $1,985 Wii system, and you think, “They need workers in underdeveloped countries! It’ll be a learning experience for them!”

But actually, the full title, once you open the announcement is:

Donate Used Children’s DVD’s & Video Games

A KinderCare center in Voorhees, NJ is supporting Virtua’s Pediatric Unit this month with donations of used DVD’s and Video games for the children in their care. From the flyer:

With many of us getting rid of old unused toys from our children in preparation for the Holidays, this is a great opportunity to give to ill children while cleaning out your home.

We will end our drive on November 28th. We did a book drive for that was highly appreciated!

They will take any used children’s DVD or any type of used game unit game. Put your donation in the treasure box in front of the office.

Here is the information for the KinderCare:

Center Director: Jennifer Gucciardi
1000 Voorhees Dr.
Suite A
Voorhees, NJ 08043
Open: 6:45 AM to 6:15 PM
Monday – Friday
Email them through this form

This is a great cause and it costs you nothing; so if you live in the Voorhees, NJ area, please consider donating family movies and games. Thank you!

Let's Get Rid of All the Teachers

adsoofmelk — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 16:43:37 +0000

Recently, there’s been a serious budget problem in the state where we live — a situation by no means unique. Specifically, the problem is a major budget shortfall, also known as “that thing which happens when you elect a moron,” but who’s counting?

This means many things for education in this state, and for teachers specifically, it means that they might not get a very necessary cost-of-living raise. Sure, they promise, but I’ll believe it when I see it in my actual teacherly hand. In the meantime, various and sundry people in our state have been hitting the blogs on the local paper (or simply venting their spleen on the editorial page) about those useless leeches on the public tit: school teachers.

Teachers, they argue, have it easy. They work for only nine months a year from approximately 7:00 until two-ish, and even so, the educational performance of their students is so poor that a whopping majority of students in our district failed a standardized math test. By “whopping majority,” I mean over 88% failed the geometry test and 90% failed the Algebra 1 test.

Now, we’ll disregard for a moment the fact that math teachers have a fairly strict state-designed timeline of what-to-teach-when, and let’s disregard also that the test (given in first semester) addressed concepts that weren’t supposed to be taught until second semester. Naaah, it’s all the teachers’ fault. Teachers are lousy and we should get rid of them. Fire them all.

I say we should take the naysayers at their word. To paraphrase Shakespeare, the first thing we do, let’s get rid of all the teachers. Right now, our state spends over three billion dollars on education, of which teachers’ salaries are surely a decent chunk, all of which (obviously) could be saved if we fire all the teachers.

One of the first effects of this decision would be that parents would finally get to take full charge of their students’ education, something that not all, but too many of them, complain about bitterly. For instance, I recently received a letter from a student’s parent that stated something to the effect that I had taught Parent’s Child far more than any other English teacher had, and that Parent’s Child had learned more from me than s/he ever had before. That utterly irrelevant consideration aside, though, the parent felt I was “unfair.” Mind you, it’s tough to bring this accusation against someone who insists that students submit all essays and major work under pseudonyms, so I have no idea who my students are when I grade their papers. For all I know, the person who signs themselves, “Pimp My Essay” (actual student pseudonym) could be that softspoken girl in the back row. Still, I’m unfair.

Firing teachers would solve so many problems. No more problems with kids being given too much homework, no more problems with kids being taught evolution, no more problems with “unfairness” in general. Too many parents seem to believe that teachers’ only function is to pass their students along with A’s and B’s, so firing all the teachers would ensure that parents could be able to do exactly that. Of course, they’d now have to be in charge of teaching everything from phonics to physics, but that’s okay. Physics isn’t rocket science, after all — oh, whoops, I guess it is — but I say without irony that homeschooling parents everywhere do exactly this all the time and know exactly how easy it is.

Or how hard.

Of course, this basically means that parents would have to find some way to take care of their children during the five days per week they were formerly in school, but since teachers are basically the paid babysitters of the state, according to some critics, then their essential function should be easily dealt with by actually getting a babysitter. Why rely on the “nanny state” when you can have a real nanny? Okay, it can get a little pricey — Kindercare, according to this document, costs $154.00/week for a child to attend from 7:45-3:30, which adds up quickly to about $5,544 for a 36-week school year, but who’s counting?

For those students — sorry, underage citizens — who are basically too old for babysitting, why not reinstitute a policy that many of these critics miss from the good ol’ days of their youth: bound apprenticeships? You know, where at about age 12 or so, they’re farmed out to a master tradesman for a period of time (usually six years) to learn a trade? The tradesman gets free labor; the kid gets free job training. It’s a win-win situation, far as I can see. It worked for our founding fathers, right? (Well, okay, it didn’t work for Ben Franklin, who thought his apprenticeship under his brother basically sucked, so he ran away to Philly, but who’s counting?)

Seriously, when people find your job irrelevant, disregard the time or effort you put into it, don’t believe it’s particularly necessary to pay you in accordance with your education, your ability, or your results (or all three), then the answer is clearly to give them what they say they want.

Happy summer vacation!

Dates to remember...

jerichokidsclub — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 18:17:19 +0000

Important deadlines are approaching so now is the time to get prepared. Please write down these dates for your reference:

Early Bird (Members only) Summer Registration is Monday, April 14th – Friday, May 2nd.
New Kindercare Registration (Wait Listed Priority only) is Monday, April 28th – Friday, May 9th.
General Summer Registration (Members/Non-Members) is Tuesday, May 13th and ongoing. Acceptance of registrations will be dependant upon space availability.
Current Member September 2008 Registration is Monday, June 2nd – Monday, June 16th.
New September 2008 Member Registration will be offered from our Wait List only.

In order to qualify as a Jericho Kids’ Club Member (JKC), your child(ren) must be attending/have attended JKC in the 2007/2008 school year and you must have paid an Annual Membership Fee. Thus, children that only attend in the summer and relatives of members are considered non-members.

If you have any questions or concerns, you can post a comment or contact our office. You can download all necessary forms from our website.

Dan is leaving Knowledge Learning Corp.

Tom Turnbull — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 04:17:33 +0000

Farewell