Orphanages are not what they used to be. They aren't even called
orphanages anymore. The residents no longer sleep in metal beds, twenty to
a dormitory room. At the Boys Town campus, just outside Omaha, Nebraska,
children live eight to a suburban-style home, two to a bedroom. Bureaus
have replaced lockers. Uniforms and standardized haircuts are gone.
So are the long wooden tables where, in the orphanages of legend, children sat awaiting their portions of cornmeal mush for breakfast, or bread and gravy for dinner. For instance, at the former St. James Orphanage, in Duluth, Minnesota, known since 1971 as Woodland Hills, young people wearing clothes from places like The Gap and Kmart push plastic trays through a cafeteria line, choosing baked chicken or shrimp and rice. The weight conscious detour to the salad bar.
http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/issues/96apr/orphan/weisorp.htm
So are the long wooden tables where, in the orphanages of legend, children sat awaiting their portions of cornmeal mush for breakfast, or bread and gravy for dinner. For instance, at the former St. James Orphanage, in Duluth, Minnesota, known since 1971 as Woodland Hills, young people wearing clothes from places like The Gap and Kmart push plastic trays through a cafeteria line, choosing baked chicken or shrimp and rice. The weight conscious detour to the salad bar.
http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/issues/96apr/orphan/weisorp.htm