St Peter's Church

Beautiful church, lots of memories here, family weddings, baptisms & many funerals

Always a warm welcome come everyone. always a nice mass 🥰

Lovely church went to a funeral there

Went here today for the start of kent as my children's school was going. really nice service and the priest was brilliant

Our family lived at the top of jessel street in the 1940s/50s, and my brothers and sisters all attended st peter's infant/junior school. where the church now stands is where the playing field was until, iin the 1950s the church was built prior to this the church was located in the upper floor of the school. my two brothers and i served as altar boys, and we each had the task of inflating the church organ on sunday services. it had an inflatable bag of air which required pumping with air using a wooden pump handle which had a lead weight on a string which, when the bag was full would show on a pencilled mark on the woodwork. i well remember when in my early 'teens having pumped the organ bag full of air, nipped out onto the stairs to enjoy a cigarette. i was enjoying the cigarette until i heard the organ come to a sudden out-of-tune fiinal gasp of air. though i dashed back into the organ loft and pumped furiously until the organ could be played again, i was given the sack and told never to bother offering my services again. my brothers and i all attended st mary's college at four lane ends. st mary's is now closed as a school. my wife and i were married at st peter's in 1969, but i haven't revisited mill hill for about 25 years now. these days i have pretty much run out of steam and it's unlikely that i will ever be back. life wasn't easy then for most folk in mill hill, but it was then a very tight community who tended to look out for each other. crime was almost non-existent, and for a saturday treat we went to the paladium cinema to watch cowboy films and the bowery boys, and the three stooges (shep, larry and mo). mill hill gardens was always beautifully kept and the park-keeper used to chase us off the well-manicured grass if he caught us playing football. we all wore clogs back then, and when the irons wore out we would go to the cloggers adjacent to mill hill railway station. afterwards we'd skid our new irons on the edge of the pavement to make sparks. right, that's enough of the sentimental twaddle. good luck to all those who now live in mill hill. md