Going To Church

A Memory of Buckhurst Hill.

I went with my family to the Congregational Church all my life till we got married there in 1970 and then moved away. I remember the new hall being built and Harold Johnson getting cement on his cassock whenthey laid the foundation stone. Of course both the old hall and church have now been demolished. The church used to put on shows in both the old and new hall which we took part in. My friends were there and I have many happy memories of church, singing in the choir, Sunday school, collecting for missions and sitting next to my mother and Mrs Cowley in the same pew every Sunday.