Among the treasures of St Lawrence’s Church in Priddy is a stained glass window that stands out not only for its artistry but also for its poignancy. Unlike the medieval and Victorian glass that fills most parish churches, this window is remarkably new, dating from 1988. It was created in memory of Catherine Gibbons, a young woman of just eighteen who had undergone significant surgery and, tragically, passed away. The design includes an image of her horse, a detail that makes the memorial deeply personal and evocative of her life and passions.
What makes this window especially moving is not only the story it tells of Catherine’s short life, but the way it resonates with those who encounter it. For me, it was particularly touching because Catherine was almost exactly my age. In 1988 and 1989, I too was undergoing major surgery, in my case in Bristol and Plymouth, as I was diagnosed and treated for Crohn’s Disease. I never discovered what Catherine herself was being treated for, but I could empathise profoundly with her situation—the uncertainty, the physical toll, and the courage required. Standing before the window, I felt a deep sorrow for her parents and family, who had lost someone so young, and at the same time a sense of admiration for the way they chose to commemorate her.
The window is a beautiful tribute, not only to Catherine but to the enduring bonds of love and memory. It reminds us that parish churches are not simply repositories of distant history, but living places where the lives of recent generations are honoured alongside those of the past. Catherine’s window, with its image of her horse, captures her individuality and ensures that her presence continues to be felt in the heart of her village. For visitors, it is a reminder of the fragility of life and the strength of remembrance; for her family and community, it is a lasting expression of love.
In its light and colour, the window speaks across time. It is both a personal memorial and a universal symbol of loss and commemoration, showing how even the youngest lives can leave a lasting mark. For me, it was one of the most touching features of St Lawrence’s Church—a reminder that history is not only about the distant past, but also about the stories of those who lived, struggled, and were loved in our own lifetimes.
