Jeanne tells this story about her mother and her great grandfather, Benjamin Beely Booth who is pictured in the garden at Toft House.
"He was a Master Stonemason and in 1923, prepared the 'footings' for All Saints Church. My mother was 5 years old that summer. It was her job to carry refreshments to Benjamin as he worked on the Church. One such trip almost ended in tragedy. You can imagine the scene; a hot July day, the pretty golden-haired child skipping happily to the site of the Chuch, carrying the food and drink for her beloved grandfather, the cause of the near fatal accident lying innocently in the long summer grasses. The scythe!
The scythe on which the child spilled so much of her blood into the foundations of All Saints. Her knee cap was almost completely sliced off. The screaming, the panic - there was no Doctor in Totley. Her mother, Emma, and her Aunt Alice, wrapped the child in blankets and carried her a mile to the nearest doctor (I think that the surgery was near Totley Brook Road). The kneecap was sewn back on, the bleeding staunched and the doctor was paid a shilling.
Doreen lived for many more years but her scarred knee always served as a warning to her own children of the danger of blades of any shape or size. Be careful was her mantra!
Her life came full circle when her funeral service was held at All Saints on December 6th, 2008. In the eulogy that I gave for her, I re-called her accident and the blood spilled at the very inception of All Saints. It seemed a fitting conclusion to a life well lived, a Totley lady to the end."