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PACE Head Start recognized by the American Heart Association and Nemours as a Healthy Way to Grow Silver Center for improving nutrition, physical activity, and screen time policies and practices

September 13, 2019

Healthy Way to Grow (HWTG), a joint program between the American Heart Association and Nemours Children’s Health System, is a national, science-based, early childhood technical assistance program to help improve practices and policies for obesity prevention.

With 60 percent of American children spending a majority of their day in early childhood programs, the goal of Healthy Way to Grow is to help improve and sustain nutrition, physical activity, screen time, infant feeding, sleep habits, staff wellness, and family engagement. Healthy Way to Grow provides support to participating centers through subject matter experts and guides policy change as centers implement key HWTG components.

Child care providers and parents want standards that promote good nutrition and physical activity. Specifically, they want kids to be served more fruits and vegetables as well as water or milk instead of sugary drinks. They want kids to be physically active for at least one to two hours each day and to keep time spent watching tv or in front of a computer or tablet to under 30 minutes. HWTG teaches techniques to support healthy lifestyles in early childhood environments and provides hands-on assistance, resources, tools, and customized training.

The American Heart Association and Nemours are pleased to announce the following early childhood programs which have received Healthy Way to Grow Recognition for 2019-2021. They have made great strides in implementing best practices to create healthy environments for children, families, and staff.

“At Nemours Children’s Health System, we believe Healthy Way to Grow provides the perfect opportunity to reach children across the U.S. and shape habits in ways that will benefit them throughout their life,” said Allison Gertel-Rosenberg, Operating Vice President, Nemours National Office of Policy and Practice. “We congratulate all the centers for achieving recognition for the care they provide to children.”

Maplewood YMCA, Rochester, NY
Nina’s Family Child Care Center at Park Lee, Phoenix, AZ
Park Ridge Child Care, Rochester, NY
S.E.E.K Early Learning Center, Phoenix AZ

Bridges Gilbert, Gilbert, AZ
PACE Head Start, Madison St, New Bedford, MA
PACE Head Start, Smith Street, New Bedford, MA

Birth Academy LLC, St Louis, MO
Cape Cod Children’s Place, Eastham, MA
The Children’s College, Cape Cod, MA
Delmar Garden North Early Childhood Center, St Louis, MO
Forever Children Daycare, Salt Lake City, UT
Kingdom House, St Louis, MO
Little Stars Learning Center, Dennis, MA
Nina’s Family Child Care Center at Main, Phoenix, AZ
Smart Kids 1, Taylorsville, UT

Since the program began in 2013, Healthy Way to Grow reaches more than 447 early childhood programs, 48,610 children and 5,667 staff nationwide.
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PACE Head Start Accepting Applications for 2019-2020 School Year

PACE Head Start is currently accepting applications for the upcoming school year which will begin in late August 2019.

Head Start provides a free family centered school readiness program for approximately 300 children ages 3-5 from income eligible families living in New Bedford, Dartmouth, Fairhaven, and Acushnet,

Head Start children benefit from an individualized early education curriculum which supports their growth in a variety of learning domains and prepares them for kindergarten, a news release notes. The program’s comprehensive approach to learning includes a creative education curriculum, comprehensive health services, parent education, meaningful family engagement and support services

Part and full day preschool options are available.

“Children are free to explore, experiment, socialize, problem solve, master new skills and gain self confidence while guided by qualified early childhood professionals in a classroom environment,” the release said.

All children enrolled at PACE Head Start receive nutritious meals and snacks. Free busing services are available to and from school. A small fee based on family income is charged to parents whose children are enrolled in the full day option. Child care vouchers are accepted for full day services.

Ten percent of enrollment opportunities are reserved for children with special needs.

For more information and an application, call PACE Head Start Family Services Office at 508-999-1286 or 508-984-3557, or visit us at  

South Coast Today – August 6, 2019

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Free college classes for low-income adults in New Bedford: the Clemente Course in the Humanities

If you are interested in applying for the New Bedford Clemente Course for the Fall 2019 semester (which starts in early September), please fill out this form.

Classes will take place on Monday and Thursday evenings from 6pm to 8:00pm.  They will be held at the PACE Head Start School, 32 Madison Street in New Bedford.

Briefly: Clemente provides humanities courses (US History, Art History, Moral Philosophy, Literature) to low-income adults, for up to 6 hours of college credit. The classes are free, as are the books. Transportation and child-care are provided free-of-charge too.  We also run workshops in writing and public speaking.

The fall semester courses are American History and Art History, along with workshops in Writing/Public Speaking.  The spring semester courses are in Literature and Moral Philosophy, and they start in January.  Students can earn 3 credits each semester from UMass-Dartmouth.

In order to become a Clemente Course student, you will need to do a brief reading and write a paragraph on it.  You will find the reading below, from civil rights activist John Lewis.  You can submit your writing through the Application Form.  Once you’ve applied, I will contact you to set up a brief chat.  You can also find the reading here.

If you have any difficulty accessing the application, or the reading, please email Susan Hagan (the Clemente Academic Director) at  Thanks!

Clemente is a wonderful, life-changing program.  Since we began in the fall of 2005, the New Bedford Clemente Course has graduated almost 200 students, most of whom have gone on to Bristol Community College and UMass-Dartmouth!

You can do this.  Apply, and I’ll get in touch with you.

Here is a speech by a New Bedford Clemente graduate from a few years ago, Milagros, on what the experience was like.

And here is another, by Robert.

National Public Radio’s “Weekend Edition” did an inspiring report on the Clemente Course in Harlem.  You can listen by clicking here.

Below is a short film about the Clemente Course:

Here is the John Lewis reading, for your application.  It is the preface to Lewis’ autobiography, Walking With the Wind, about his days working with Martin Luther King in the civil rights movement of the 1960s.

PROLOGUE, Walking With the Wind by John Lewis
I want to begin this book with a little story. lt has nothing to do with a national stage, or historic figures, or monumental events. It’s a simple story a true story about a group of young children, a wood-frame house and a windstorm.

The children were my cousins: Roy Lee and Jinnie Boy, Naomi and Leslie and Willie Muriel-about a dozen of them, all told-along with my older sister Ora and my brothers Edward and Adolph. And me, John Robert.

I was four years old at the time, too young to understand there was a war going on over in Europe and out in the Pacific as well. The grownups called it a world war, but I had no idea what that meant. The only world I knew was the one I stepped out into each morning, a place of thick pine forests and white cotton fields and red day roads winding around my family’s house in our little corner of Pike County, Alabama.

We had just moved that spring onto some land my father had bought, the first land anyone in his family had ever owned-l0 acres of cotton and corn and peanut fields, along with an old but sturdy three-bedroom house, a large house for that part of the county, the biggest place for miles around. It had a well in the front yard, and pecan trees out back, and muscadine grapevines growing wild in the woods all around us-our woods.

My father bought the property from a local white businessman who lived in the nearby town of Troy. The total payment was $300. Cash. That was every penny my father had to his name, money he had earned the was almost everyone we knew made what money they could in those days-by tenant farming. My father was a sharecropper, planting, raising and picking the same crops that had been grown in that soil for hundreds of years by tribes like the Choctaws and the Chickasaws and the Creeks, Native Americans who were working this land long before the place was called Alabama, long before black or white men were anywhere to be seen in those parts.

Almost every neighbor we had in those woods was a sharecropper, and most of them were our relatives. Nearly every adult I knew was an aunt or an uncle, every child my first or second cousin. That included my uncle Rabbit and aunt Seneva and their children, who live about a half-mile or so up the road from us.

On this particular afternoon-it was a Saturday, I’m almost certain-about fifteen of us children were outside my aunt Seneva’s house, playing in her dirt yard. The sky began clouding over, the wind started picking up, lightning flashed far off in the distance, and suddenly I wasn’t thinking about playing anymore; I was terrified. I had already seen what lightning could do. I’d seen fields catch on fire after a hit to a haystack. I’d watched trees actually explode when a bolt of lightning struck them, the sap inside rising to an instant boil, the trunk swelling until it burst its bark. The sight of those strips of pine bark snaking through the air like ribbons was both fascinating and horrifying.

Lightning terrified me, and so did thunder. My mother used to gather us around her whenever we heard thunder and she’d tell us to hush, be still now, because God was doing his work. That was what thunder was, my mother said. It was the sound of God doing his work.

But my mother wasn’t with us on this particular afternoon. Aunt Seneva was the only adult around, and as the sky blackened and the wind grew stronger, she herded us all inside.

Her house was not the biggest place around, and it seemed even smaller with so many children squeezed inside. Small and surprisingly quiet. All of the shouting and laughter that had been going on earlier, outside, had stopped. The wind was howling now, and the house was starting to shake. We were scared. Even Aunt Seneva was scared.

And then it got worse. Now the house was beginning to sway. The wood plank flooring beneath us began to bend. And then a corner of the room started lifting up.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. None of us could. This storm was actually pulling the house toward the sky. With us inside it.

That was when Aunt Seneva told us to clasp hands. Line up and hold hands, she said, and we did as we were told. Then she had us walk as a group toward the corner of the room that was rising. From the kitchen to the front of the house we walked, the wind screaming outside, sheets of rain beating on the tin roof. Then we walked back in the other direction, as another end of the house began to lift.
And so it went, back and forth, fifteen children walking with the wind, holding that trembling house down with the weight of our small bodies.

More than half a century has passed since that day, and it has struck me more than once over those many years that our society is not unlike the children in that house, rocked again and again by the winds of one storm or another, the walls around us seeming at times as if they might fly apart.

It seemed that way in the 1960s, at the height of the civil rights movement, when America itself felt as if it might burst at the seams-so much tension, so many storms. But the people of conscience never left the house. They never ran away. They stayed, they came together and they did the best they could, clasping hands and moving toward the corner of the house that was the weakest.
And then another corner would lift, and we would go there.

And eventually, inevitably, the storm would settle, and the house would still stand. But we knew another storm would come, and we would have to do it all over again. And we did.
And we still do, all of us. You and I.

Children holding hands, walking with the wind. That’s America to me-not just the movement for civil rights but the endless struggle to respond with decency, dignity and a sense of brotherhood to all the challenges that face us as a nation, as a whole.

That is the story, in essence, of my life, of the path to which I’ve been committed since I turned from a boy to a man, and to which I remain committed today. It is a path that extends beyond the issue of race alone, and beyond class as well. And gender. And age. And every other distinction that tends to separate us as human beings rather than bring us together.

That path involves nothing less than the pursuit of the most precious and pure concept I have ever known, an ideal I discovered as a young man and that has guided me like a beacon ever since, a concept called the Beloved Community.

Let me tell you how I came to understand that concept, how it ushered me into the heart of the most meaningful and monumental movement of this American century, and how it might steer us all where we deserve to go in the next.

Let me tell you about my life.

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