Turn of the century

I’m afraid I’m still living in the last century. Yesterday, we were showing our family quilts to some friends, and I explained that one of them had survived a flood with my grandmother “in ’97.” Without stopping to calculate the probable timeline of my family, our friend responded, “1897?” Of course, I’d meant 1997.
Then, this morning, I was composing in my head a blog post about a book I’m reading. It takes place in ‘turn-of-the-century Buffalo, NY,’ I thought. To me, I realized, ‘turn of the century’ refers to the turn from the 19th to the 20th century. I’m not sure that’s true with everyone. Maybe I’m just getting old…