K-7th Grade (1952-60) #21 School aka Jonathan Child School, Rochester, NY. You know you’re old when the hospital you were born in was torn down, the grammar school you attended is now a senior citizen housing complex, and the high school you graduated from was razed.
The hospital I was born in was razed then built in a different spot, my elementary school is now a "community outreach" centre for unwed mothers, my Jr High has been demolished and condos slapped up, but my high school has been expanded by 3X.
I went to elementary in the Cayuga Heights Elementary School built in 1924. It was a grand old building, all granite, the sort of civic STRONG buildings that used to be built and demonstrated pride in the community. A large addition was built onto Cayuga Heights Elementary School in the late 1950s. It was made out of brick and steel with wide halls and wide exterior doors, lots of glass. It was “modern.” My sister went to school in the new addition while I was in the original building which had all the charm and character.
Unfortunately, the old building was razed sometime in the 80s or 90s so they could build a more modern school on the site. I live in California now where all the school district does is add more and more “portable” classrooms. I don’t know why they are called “portable” because they stay put for decades.
You do feel old when the old things you knew are no longer there - schools, restaurants, fraternity houses, even many of the industrial power plants I started in the early 70s are now rusting hulks.