My American house was approximately 70 years older than the house I grew up in. The schools my DCs attend/ed were both a good deal older than the schools of my DCs...
My mother's family however, lived in a postcard variety Irish thatched cottage down a little lane lined with dry stone walls, that had stood since Norman times in all likelihood, with massively thick stone walls, old worn flags on the kitchen floor and a hob for cooking (as well as a Kosangas oven) and was part of a really old fashioned farmyard setup, with pigsty next door, a dairy, stone barns and storehouse, milking parlour, henhouse, all in a rectangle around the yard (known as the 'haggard', probably from Old Norse heygarthr meaning an enclosure where hay was processed). I have described this to American friends and they are all incredulous that the family built a modern farmhouse in a field closer to the road, with a large bathroom and a shower and mudroom, kitchen with all the mod cons of the 70s, and spacious and well heated bedrooms. The old house was cold and draughty, and thatch leaks in February, March and April no matter how skillfully the thatching was done the previous summer. exMIL, who wouldn't have put up with the inconvenience of my granny's kitchen for ten minutes, was especially appalled at the idea of a nice new house with safe wiring and an even, tiled kitchen floor with a mains gas stove, and central heating.