Tributes and Reminiscences


Canon Peter Moore was Parish Priest at Our Lady Queen of Apostles Church in Heston, having taken over from the White Fathers in 1960 and serving at the parish until ill health forced his retirement in 1991. He died in March 2006 and the following euology was read at his funeral on 9th March of that year.

Dear Canon Moore

when, in March 1960 you were appointed Parish Priest here in Heston, you probably had no idea of the mission that Our Lord was laying before you, and how your name would be forever remembered by the good people of this parish.

The first step in your mission came with the building of this church, the foundation stone was laid in July 1963, and in just over a year, in October 1964, you were celebrating the first Mass in this new church of Our Lady Queen of Apostles.

However, it was your personal drive, and financial and business skills that enabled the mortgage to be paid off in ten short years, allowing the great celebration of consecration to take place in May 1974.

Your love of music and belief that God should be praised with hymns made you go to the length and breadth of this country to seek out a suitable organ for the church. You raised funds for the organ’s installation, and as a result, today, we have the finest church organ in the west of the diocese.

Everyone remembers how you organised the collection of Green Shield Stamps to pay for the bells that now ring out so proudly from our belfry.

You never lost the common touch, your dedication to Our Lady helped to build and name the Rosary Schools. We can still hear you saying to the boys and girls, ‘you are the nicest nicest children in the whole world, with the help of Jesus’.

You even drove the bus that took the children to school. And you were often seen in overalls underneath the bus fixing some problem or another.

The establishment of the Heston Catholic Club, as we know it today, was a direct result of your work and belief that everyone in the parish should have some fun in their lives.
Your love of Our Lady took you every year on the diocesan pilgrimage to Lourdes, and many people remember the enjoyment they had with you travelling in the church bus on that long journey across France.

You were tireless when carrying out the work of God. When holiday time came around, you would pack a meagre bag and set off for some far flung corner of the world, sometimes Africa, sometimes South America, sometimes India, helping priests and nuns tend the sick and bring the word of God to the peoples of those countries.

But it was your spirituality that the people of Heston will remember most, baptising children, marrying couples, helping the sick, praying with the dying and comforting the bereaved. The church was your office, you spent many hours alone here before the Blessed Sacrament, reflecting on the glory of God, praying, and sometime sleeping.

Your good work was recognised in 1987 when you were appointed a Canon of the Cathedral Chapter. And in 1989 you celebrated the Golden Jubilee of your priesthood.

We were all a little sad when in 1991 you reached the age of 75 and retired as Parish Priest.
Finally on the 27th of February this year, after a long illness, God said thank you, mission accomplished, and called you home.

And as we, today, sit quietly in this magnificent church, we can surely hear the angels say, ‘Canon Peter Moore, welcome to the sunshine of eternal life’.


Canon Peter Edmund Moore
A tribute from Kathleen Piggott, former parishioner

Who is this priest that we should mourn his passing ?
A priest who has come to the end
of his earthly pilgrim's way
And goes beyond the horizon
To meet his maker
A lifetime's priestly journey
of vocation
Guidance to the flock
Within his care
A light in the darkness
A sharer of joys
Constant devotion to so many
never wavering
to the call answered to long, long ago,
Leaving the legacy
of a beautiful church
A school to start young people
On their path.
This priest will linger long
in the memory
for what he always was
A humble and loved pastor
let us feel thankful and blessed
That we knew him for a while
and what he meant to each one of us. This parish priest


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EARLY MEMORIES from Vincnt Celano

From :
Subject : Re: Some early memories
Date : 31 December 2004

My first day at the White Fathers' school at Heston was sometime in September 1959.

Mum took me down the little alleyway from the main road to the door at the front of the hall. This was the hall in the grounds of the church. In the evenings and weekends it hosted functions such as Whist Drives and bazaars, but during the week it was our school. The sliding partition across the middle was just right as with only about 15 pupils we only needed half the hall's floor space. Helen Sainsbury looked after me till I settled in. The school was a 25min walk from where I lived just off Vicarage Farm Road (Summerhouse Avenue). Dad still lives there and gets taken to church each week in a parishioners car much the same as when Harry Tait drove the black Bedford van with sliding doors in the mid-fifties to collect the elderly in those days.

Miss Libra had been brought out of retirement as the vacancy left by the previous teacher had not been filled. She had some interesting teaching ideas, one of which was to teach us to read backwards to prevent us getting the gist of the story and thereby guessing the words. I used to get some wrong, `picnic` was always `nicpic!` She lived in some flats at the Bell, Hounslow, arriving on the 120 bus. She was often seen in Hounslow High Street, but never without a hat with a flower on the hatband. She looked about 70 in 1954.

During the school holidays I used to go and help Harry Tait do the odd maintenance jobs. It was great fun varnishing the school hall floor with a big brush ready for the Autumn term. I even remember being up on the flat roof of the cloakroom with Harry at the side of the hall but I cant remember what we were doing!

Father Hames was around at the time and various ladies kept house for him. A few selected older pupils were allowed mid-morning to fetch Miss Libra's cup of tea from the kitchen just behind the school hall. The playground used to look out over some allotments. Only Moira Norton was allowed to come in the back way across the allotments as she lived behind them somewhere. Mary West, Dorina Rossi, Jennifer Price, Monica Coates, Hugh Best, Johnny Meades, Anthony Little are some names that were in that little class.

Just before I left that school in 1956, I was shown how to serve Benediction and shortly afterwards Richard Sainsbury showed me how to serve Mass, with several practice sessions at home first to make sure I knew when to move the Missal. I served there until about 1966, by which time the new church was in place. There were quite a few altar servers and we had regular meetings and practices, with David Rose always MC at the bigger events. I never did figure out how he knew when to do what at the Easter services. I often got to be Thurifer, a desirable roll as there was lots of smoke! One day I turned up to serve at the 0700 weekday Mass and instead of a White Father, there was Peter Moore, dressed in his black cassock.

The first thing he said to me was "What is the difference between me and the White Fathers?" Well, being very young and a bit nervous I said "They are White Fathers and you are a Black Father?" He didn't seem too taken aback and just said that the correct answer was "nothing".

The above photo was taken in the playground of St Mary's, 1954

(L-R) : Hugh Best, ——, Johnny Meades, Vincent Celano, Peter Cunningham and Anthony Little

Other memories :
Playing on the grass just outside the convent at the Green, whilst mum chatted to other mothers at the Mothers Union meetings.

Dorina Rossi's dad supplying ice-cream for events like the summer bazaar.

Patrick Hillier being told off most severely by Miss Libra when he called a potato a `spud.` She nearly had a fit!

Mrs Moody asking why, when I served Mass on Sunday mid-morning, I never went to communion. I was proud to say it was because it was the second mass I had served that day, and you could only go once per day. She looked pleased at the answer! (Mrs Moody's son was Fr Frank Moody, who was Superior at The Priory at about this time).

Father Jones beating all records for money raised when he `hired` Heston C of E school, a few hundred yards down the road, for the summer bazaar. He rushed around getting things organised and wore jeans, something I hadn't seen a priest do before.

Serving mass once for Father Prentice, who seemed very old and did things differently.

Also . . . .

•Going on holiday to the Isle of White only to meet Richard and Anthony Sainsbury again.

•Mrs Merriman in the porch selling rosary beads, missals etc

•Hiding from Mum in the laurel bushes that grew in front of the church.

•How, when you went into the church house to the left of the church, it was dark and the floor was very uneven and creaked.

•One priest whose name escapes me had a massive Meccano set which he showed me with pride.

Other Parishioners of the time that come to mind are: The Tollmans, O'Briens, Mr and Mrs. Giles and Brenda, their daughter, Mr and Mrs. Ellis with Gillian and Adrien, Mrs. Sainsbury, Mr and Mrs. Davis and Erica and Robert.

Vincent Celano, in the parish of Heston from 1948 to 1966, now in Ware, Herts

Simone Burrows writes 30th March 2010:

"My mother and I have been enjoying your writing about Heston. Her name is Elizabeth Symes - she went to St Mary's too. She was in Mrs Woods' class and the Rossi boy used to sit next to her in class. [You may recall that she had] a younger sister Pauline and a twin brother John. She remembers the soft scoop ice cream from the Rossi's well.

She has been trying to track Anne Jasman for years.

Click here if you would like to contact anyone from those days.

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forerunner to todays' Heston Catholic Club
—started during Fr Hames' term as Parish Priest

(source : Andrew Rampling)

Andrew Rampling kindly supplied the photo above, and also went to great lengths
to provide us with an accompanying list of everyone present on this occasion.

To help you identify individuals, there are some 'close-ups' below.
Please let me know of any names that are missing or those which are incorrect.

(L-R) : Fr Anthony Hames, Fr Jack Maguire and Fr Lawrence Jones

(L-R) : Joe Flannery and Mr Rose (senior)

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Some Personalities Remembered
by Andrew Rampling

My first contact with the White Fathers was Father Tye's first baptism as Parish Priest. He often used to call round to our house on his ancient bicycle. My father was a keen cyclist and he was always repairing "the bike" — which I think that he must have completely re-built over time.

Father Prentice was the priest who played the Organ—so old, so frail, and so gentle.

Father Hames was a lovely person and was always there for people. He found accommodation, furniture and all manner of items and solutions to people's problems. Joe and Dorothy Flannery remember the first occasion that they went to Mass at Heston. Fr Hames came up behind them and put his arms around them as they were leaving and said "I haven't seen you two before."

(source: Mike Frost)

A presentation to Fr Anthony Hames by Mr Dennis, on behalf of the parishioners, to mark the occasion when Fr Hames returned to the Missions in Africa

I remember Father Walsh's fire and brimstone sermons. He was uneasy about regular latecomers to Mass. On one occasion the outer doors to the church were closed. This seemed to do the trick, though there were a few parishioners who were out of breath.

There was also dear Harry Tait of the black beret, who seemed to be able to do every job under the sun for the parish.

We also had Cubs, Scouts, Brownies and Guides, of course. Mr Merriman ran the Sixth Hestion Cubs. We had monthly church parades, meeting up at the White Sisters' convent and marching to the old church for Mass.

We played football against the other Cub packs and our goalkeeper was Anthony Sullivan. We both went to St Michael's and Martin's Catholic Primary School (in Houslow) and then went on to Gunnersbury Catholic Grammar (in Chiswick). Anthony left after the first year and I never saw him again until nearly 40 years later—when going to 7.00 pm Mass at Heston one Saturday, who should be saying Mass but Father Anthony Sullivan !

Editor's note : Andrew has been a lifelong member of the parish at Heston. Now that he has taken the plunge, I am hoping that he will come up with a few more memories from those early days.

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From Heretic to Altar Boy at St. Mary’s 1948
by Peter Briody

I joined the Heston parish school, known as St Mary’s, in the Spring of 1948 at the age of 7. The school was an improvised affair at the end of the parish hall. The pupils were of mixed ages ( I think 4-7 ) and were in the care of two Irish “black” nuns ( Order unknown. Probably the Poor Servants of the Mother of God, I am told ), Sr. Rosario and Sr. Mary-Carmel. There was an attempt at segregation of the pupils into classes: Sr. Rosario looked after the younger pupils and Sr. Mary-Carmel the older ones, to which I belonged. It was the “all-in-one” solution for about 30 pupils, with the teachers sitting side-by-side and no partition between them.

Sr. Rosario was the older and the quieter of the two women ( perhaps 40 - 50 ) and she was humorous, friendly and approachable — perhaps the perfect teacher for the younger ones. Sister Mary-Carmel, aged in her 20s, had other characteristics: she was, on the face of it, the firebrand, the fierce disciplinarian, the good teacher, who expected and produced results.

I came to notice, soon after arrival, as Sr. Mary-Carmel asked me to recite the “Lord’s Prayer”. My last school had been a Protestant school ( although I didn’t know it, at the time ) and I recited everything perfectly including “… for Thine is the Kingdom …” . Sr. Rosario gazed at me quizzically but Sr. Mary-Carmel didn’t bat an eyelid — she just waited for me to finish and said, “That’s the Protestant ‘Our Father’, you will have to learn to cut it short after, ‘ . . . but deliver us for evil, Amen’ ” . I wanted to ask what a Protestant was, but still in awe of the “firebrand”, I decided to keep quiet. By the time I got home, I couldn’t remember the words so I must have learned what the difference was, some time later, in some other way. Perhaps I still don’t know the difference.

The playground consisted of a concrete section running parallel to the hall and adjacent to it. Where the concrete ended there was a pleasant green strip running parallel to the White Fathers’ large chicken run, which was also available for playing. It was secluded and could be easily supervised by one person. It was plainly ideal.
My first playtime as the new boy was used by some of the girls to perform their favourite trick. ( I think one of them had the surname Merriman* but I could be mistaken ). They circled me in and recited a ditty which ran “Adam and Eve and Pinchme went down to the river to swim. Adam and Eve drowned, which of them all came in ?”. I fell for it hook line and sinker. As I was being pinched by the girls, the boys – and the chickens — looked on in amusement.  ( Unfortunately, there were not yet enough hormones in my body for me to really enjoy it ).

*Merrifield, perhaps. Mr & Mrs Merriman had one child, a boy named David, I think.

Exactly how much ferocity lay behind Sr. Mary-Carmel’s “firebrand” image became clear one day as I arrived late for the afternoon school clutching an iced lollipop. She put up an intimidating display of Irish indignation – and I really thought I was “for it”, but afterwards she sent me out into the parish hall to finish the “dream in ice”. On another day as the class broke into laughter over some incident or other. Sr. Mary-Carmel decided it was time to punish those who had violated the dignity of the classroom in this manner. She singled out the culprits one by one and they had to each hold out his or her hand for a stroke of the cane. I was a little surprised as my turn came, because it was only a little tap — not painful at all. As Sr. Mary-Carmel was through with the penultimate delinquent, she made the last culprit, Sr. Rosario, hold out her hand as well. It had all been a huge joke.

I do not remember Sr. Mary-Carmel ever caning anyone in earnest – and Sr. Rosario wouldn’t have dreamed of it .

Sometimes we had visits from Fr. Lea, WF ( probably acting parish priest ) to see how we were getting on. We always looked forward to those visits because Fr Lea would read us a tale, tell jokes and laugh with us. One time he arrived in the middle of a thunder-storm and a mighty clap of thunder. We weren’t to worry he said, it was "only God moving the furniture around".

All schools at the time suffered from the post-war birth explosion and had to improvise on the basis of overcrowded classrooms Sr. Mary-Carmel had a system, which perhaps solved some of the problems: she had produced problem cards for the teaching of arithmetic, which the older pupils would use in unsupervised work – as many as the respective pupil could manage in the time available. The results were marked by Sr. Mary-Carmel either before lunch or before last prayers. One day I was lazy and completed only one card — and all the solutions were wrong. As I went up to get my results, Sr. Mary-Carmel gave me a such an extensive verbal lashing, that I was more than grateful afterwards to be able to crawl out under the door and slink off home. Anyway I didn’t do that again

On Wednesdays ( I think ) we went to “Benediction” and it was my fellow pupil, Patrick Sulliley who served at the Altar during this ceremonial. He did the job very well and the teachers were content to leave it that way. One day, however, Patrick departed for another school, a pending fact that somehow got overlooked. As the Priest, whose name I have forgotten, stood there helplessly, Sr. Mary-Carmel signalled me to come to her – and I was suddenly an altar boy, an altar boy who had had no training, without a clue. Well I messed up the first assignment, spilling hot embers from the thurible onto the altar steps. That improved, however, with time and I became the permanent altar boy from the St. Mary’s until my departure from the school in the fall of 1948.


Peter Briody

Note from Paul West :
Sister Rosario went on to become headmistress at St Michael's and Martin's in Bath Road, Hounslow, the nearest Catholic Primary and Secondary Shool.

If you attended St Mary's and then went on to St M+M's, this is taken from the school 'site' on :

"I attended St M & M's from 1947 to 1953. Some more names from the past: Nick Carter, Sheila O'Toole, Antony O'Sullivan (orphanage), Maureen Mullin, Marilyn ?, Pat and Pauline Collins, Richard & Antony Rumbold (later changed to Sainsbury), Lawrence and Pauline Adds, Christopher Mullin, Christine Todd, Helen White (whose mother was a dinner lady/cook), Helen Hopkins (I think), Ann Scott - close friend of Derek ?, Keith Waller (who had an older brother), Norman Spenceley, Michael (?) Claxton, Mrs McAnernery (spelling?), Gerald Cunningham, the McLoughlin family, Brian Joiner, John and Paul Tait, Caroline (O'Carroll?) Armstrong, Sheila ?. Geoff Barker, Antony Virues (Spanish - RIP), Bobby Wheaton, Peter Quinn, (the lovely) Rosemary Aujea who left to go to Finchley, aah), the lovely Valerie Waterworth and Colette Fannon. There were several boys from local children's homes in Feltham (who all wore steel-capped boots - poor lads with no parents, I think).

Sister Rosario was the HT. Other members of staff I can quickly reel off were Miss Birch, Miss Godwin, Miss Reilly - plus, of course, Sister Frances de la Salle (?), Miss Popah (?), Mr Owen (Seniors) and one or two other nuns."

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The Annual Trip To Lourdes

(Source : David Rose)

Lourdes 1954

L-R : Jean Wood,Victoria Rose and Tony Devane

(Source and names : David Rose)

Lourdes 1954

L-R :
Back :
Jean Wood, Jean Merriman, Mrs Hawkes, Mrs Sainsbury Sr., Mrs Mulqueen, ——, Mary Lynch, Mrs Merrifield,——, Mrs Viner, Mary Tait, Fr Hames, Win Mulqueen, Ronald Rose, Victoria Rose, Mrs Newman, Win Lawrance, Mary Keating, ——, ——, Win & Albert Desmond
Front : Tony Devane, Maggie Gleeson, David Rose, Marie Miller, Pam Chapman, Miss Shore, Mrs Jupp, Eileen Sammons and her sister, the Pilgrim Rep

Lourdes 1955

(Source and names : David Rose)

Lourdes 1955

The White Father standing next to Brother Richard is probably Fr Patrick Fitzgerald.
David Rose is standing at the front. The two ladies to the left of the WF are Monica Viner and Marie Miller.
Standing above to Monica's left is Margaret Viner. Above Margaret is Mr and Mrs Rose.
To the right of the nun is Mrs Baxter.
Below Mrs Baxter is Win Lawrence, Mr Baxter and Mrs Parr.
Mrs Hawkes is standing to the left of Rep on top row. Standing above the ladies to the right of Brother Richard is Miss Sammon.

Lourdes 1971

(Source and names : David Rose)

Lourdes 1971

David writes (April 2006) : "Holding the pushchair is my late wife Cymbeline Rose and my daughter Maria. To her left is myself and mother-in-law Iris Wheeler.

On the back row left next to the nun is George from Heston (surname not known). Next to mum is Harry Tait.

I cannot identify the 3 priests."

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Lourdes 1998

(Source and names : David Rose)

Lourdes 1998 : The Duchess of Kent, Cardinal Hume and Wendy Rose

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Lourdes 1999

(Source and names : David Rose)

Lourdes 1999 : Wendy with Canon Peter Moore

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From Altar Boy to Nickelodeon and back to Heretic


The Traynor brothers lived, as far as I can remember, as bachelors in the same road as the Tait family. Frank was a teacher with a sad voice, reminiscent of the late comedian Tony Hancock and Tony Traynor was a dapper little man, who probably worked in a bank or some public service. Both the brothers were in charge of training and detailing the Altar boys at Heston. Frank would perform the duties of MC at Sunday High Mass from about 1949-1951.

I went to St Michael and Martin's School for a year from the fall of 1948 to 1949 but until 1952 attended St Anselm's in Southall. I was unable to continue my career as an altar boy during this time – I somehow didn’t qualify in the selection process, until Fr. Hames caused a cataclysmic change in the organisation in the summer of 1951 or thereabouts. I will come back to that.

Frank Traynor was my teacher in the first year at St. Anselm's in 1950. We were a class of 48 pupils and Frank used to sometimes become frayed at the edges, but did his best. I remember him mainly because of two weekly extra curricular activities: Music lessons with Frank playing the violin and his readings from Greek Mythology.

Frank’s music lessons consisted mostly of recitals of folk music and his favourite piece was ‘The Jolly Miller’, the latter contrasting with the rather sad face he used to put on, while playing the violin. Well it awakened our interest in music, probably not in a way that Frank had intended. In that year (1950 ) a young singer called Teresa Brewer made a smash hit with a honky tonk song called 'Music, Music, Music’. “Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon .. etc” (anyone interested can hear it on Well somehow a reworded version of the song found its way into our repertoire: “Put another penny in, in Frank Traynor’s cocoa tin, when he plays his violin, it’s murder, murder, murder. “

Well, if Frank Traynor’s music lessons were a matter for the UN Human Rights Commission or at least the NSPCC, his readings from Greek mythology were by contrast very exciting. He conjured up the mythological characters such as Odysseus, Polyphemus, the Hydra or the Sirens with extraordinary story-telling skill and we 48 pupils were all held spellbound - were silent for a change. I didn’t have the benefit of a classical education in later years, so Frank’s contribution will have to do me.

Fr. Walsh was parish priest from 1948 to 1951. Much has been written about this exceptional man but I would like to contribute two points which stuck in my memory. One day someone had vomited all over the altar steps and Fr. Walsh cleaned the mess up himself. He didn’t call for Maggie ( see below ) to come – that was the kind of person he was. His frustration with the latecomers at Sunday Mass was not due to their late appearance but to the fact that they would stand around at the back of the church when there were places free at the front. One day he stopped in the middle of his sermon, invited them to take the free places and waited until they were seated before continuing.

Fr Walsh departed to become Bishop of Aberdeen in 1951 and was replaced by Fr. Hames (another exceptional man) with some weeks delay.

Sometime in 1952, I believe the Spring, Fr. Hames decided that the system for appointing altar boys needed changing. He felt that it was time to give more experience and responsibility to a younger generation of lads.

This gave the older ones time to recruit and train these newcomers during the transit period.

This actually benefitted me because I was back on the Altar again after nearly four years away from it.

Here it would be appropriate to honour the woman who tended the Altar, candles, linen and the flowers of the church. Her name was Maggie Gleason. I was a resident of the parish from 1948 to 1953 and Maggie had always been there to keep everything ship-shape. She was a tiny quiet friendly woman, who just got on with the business. You could always locate Maggie in the church, because she had squeaky shoes. Perhaps she wore “creepers” after some bad experience with normal shoes – the floors of the chapel were always highly polished. Whether it was Benediction, Stations of the Cross or High Mass you could hear clockwork Maggie’s “squeak, squeak, squeak”, the prelude to every ceremony.

One of my first assignments as an altar boy – second time round - was to serve at Fr. Prentice's Mass at 7 am each morning in the year 1952. He was already quite frail at the time – occasionally he would suffer dizzy spells and would stagger at the altar. When I visited him again in 1957, he was fully bed-ridden and didn’t recognize me. For these reasons I am sceptical about his date of birth, given as 1872. I think there is a discrepancy of about 10 years somewhere. He had loved Uganda and it broke his heart to be ordered back in to Europe to retire. Perhaps that had something to do with it.

In the fall of 1952 I was back in a Protestant school ( Southall Grammar ) but still serving Mass at 7 am with Fr. Prentice. At first I had the good fortune to share denominational exclusion from morning assembly with a pretty Irish girl, whose name I can’t remember. That didn’t last long, however, because the waiting room was cold and we decided to sneek in to normal morning prayers. So there I was standing next to Anne Twitchen, a girl with whom I was madly in love, and tacking the extra bit onto the Lord’s prayer once again. I didn’t tell anybody back at Heston about my act of heresy, mainly because I could see nothing wrong with it.

There was little difference in the Protestant and Catholic morning assemblies, as far as I could tell - save for one thing specific to Southall Grammar: At the end of the assembly, as we were filing out, the music master would play Bach’s “Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring” (Cantata BWV 147) on the organ. It is an enchanting piece and I became hooked on it from day one - perhaps thanks indirectly to Frank Traynor, who awakened my interest in music.

These anecdotes are the result of the underdeveloped perceptions of youth backed up by mature reconstruction. Not at all perfect, but the best I can do. Perhaps some of the stories here will jog memories and, who knows, perhaps we will get a more complete picture of the Parish of Heston one day ?


Peter Briody

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LASZLO CLEMENTS remembers the old days


I came across your website recently and was so happy to find a piece of my past. My name is Laszlo Clements and I would've been a pupil at the old school about 1956/57.

I was born in 1952, my older brother, Janos, in 1950. We both made our first communion at the White Fathers Church in Heston. Eventually, we both attended S. Michael & Martin's in the Bath Road Hounslow and it was Mother Rosario who was head teacher then . . . . We loved her, she was a real sweetheart (is one allowed to say that about a nun)? I have such fond memories of her; she was a very caring and patient person.


On page 1 of "Parishioners you may have known" there's a picture of a UCM function with Father Hames and various Mums in make-up (not very politically correct these days, but what the heck, it was an innocent time then) . . . . Mrs. Rose and Mrs. O' Brien are to the right of Fr. Hames but directly on his right, the lady in  white, I'm sure is my mother Ilona Clements.

I remember Fr. Hames very well; he was a real hero as I recall and ready to help anyone. He figured strongly in my childhood. I also recall Jean Woods our school teacher, I think she went to Africa after leaving Heston.

There was another teacher, Sally Butement. She was a neighbour of ours in Parklands Court, she and her mother Rosalie were regulars at Heston.

They both returned to America in the 60's as Rosalie was originally from Oklahoma. We've always kept in touch.

Now after many years, both my parents are dead. My dear brother passed away in 1986 aged 30 and Sally now lives in Honolulu (her mother passed away in1999 I think). Sally never married but cared for her mother until she died. My wife Maria and I have visited Hawaii and stayed with Sally. She is still working for a publicity company and is an active member of her local church which we went to when we were there. Her mother  was still cooking for the Catholic priests in the parish well into her 90's. Sally comes to the UK every 2 or 3 years and was pleased to have met Harry Tait on one of her visits . . . . he was quite taken aback when he realised who she was.


I remember faces and a few names like Helen Sainsbury. There was another family, the Symes, Elizabeth and Robert I think, I knew Mrs. Jasman, too—in fact, she taught both my sons at the Rosary.


I still live in Heston, in Walnut Tree Road actually and still attend Our Lady Queen of Apostles. Heston has changed so much over the years, but people are basically the same, thank God.


Laszlo Clements, February 2007

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