Sadly, it’s nowhere as impressive as its grand name suggests, but here’s the Temple of Truth on Railton Road, close to Herne Hill railway station.
The rather delightful-looking little Victorian Gothic church is listed on Lambeth’s website as:
IFC Temple of Truth
213a Railton Road
Herne Hill SE24 0XL
020 7274 8269
Contact: Pastor R Moore
Sunday: 10am – 1.30pm, 6.30pm – 9.30pm
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I think that building in the late sixties was my old primary school St Judes
digdog yes you are spot on I and my 5 brothers all went there the head master a very tall man was called mr Elliot do you remember the loverly coal fires in the class rooms and the big hall at the back every morning had mass great days as a kid growing up in Geneva road brixton
I went to St.Judges in the 1950’s .I remember how dark it all was and how the playground had all the coal in a big pile.My first teacher there was a lovely lady with big red glasses and a lovely smile, it’s a shame I have forgotten her name.The headmaster office was by the playground down some steps.I left there in1959/1960 to go to Bessemer Grange,and what a difference that was.I lived in Hurst Street and used to make the journey to Bessemer all by my self on the bus.
Was the lady Mrs Dixon .l also remember Mrs north ,miss schofield who taught the older class,Mr Raymond,and another teacher l remember had a walking disability his name was something like Mr secret.I’m sure there were others,but I remember those days with fondness.
I attended St Jude’s from 1966 to 1973. I remember well the old site on Railton Road before we moved to the new site on Regents Road in 1972 (which was very exciting). The old playground had an iron staircase leading up to Class 2, I believe, and the the Headmaster’s office was indeed off the playground, and down some steps, as Margaret above recalls. I have fond memories of my time at St Jude’s and in particular I will always remember the lovely Mr Beech, Miss Bell and Mrs Dixon. Mrs Schofield, who played the piano and arranged ‘Country Dancing’ also comes to mind, as does Mrs Macmillan. I have less fond memories of Mr Elliott, the Headmaster, whose cruelty towards me I can vividly recall to this day. All in all, however, it was a wonderful time to be a child, always lots to get up to, whether it was playing in Brockwell Park or among the derelict houses on Somerleyton and Geneva Roads (‘Health & Safety’ did not exist back then). Demolition sites were our playgrounds in those days and navigating the dangers (which were very real) gave kids a sense of freedom and personal responsibility the young ones today can only dream of.