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This is another great image from the Barclays
collection, showing Martins Bank’s sub-Branch at Denholme. Opened 12TH May 1880 by
the Craven Bank, this little sub-Branch survives for more than one hundred
years, being closed by Barclays in 1985. Restored
Image © Martins Bank Archive Collections Rural outlets like these are a lifeline for local
people and their businesses, and in the first of two stories below,
sub-Branch clerk Julian Taylor tells us what life is like in the 1950s as a
teenager put in charge of a sub-Branch. |
In Service: 12 May 1880 until 28
February 1985 Image © Barclays Ref 0030-0815 |
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His main hope of security against bandits is the
Branch “Guard” – a man in his eighties! Then, in another of Julian’s
reminiscences, we will witness how the dogged dedication of Martins’ staff
ensures a banking service to the village during a period of arctic-like
conditions in 1958… |
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There’s nowt sae queer as folk… The sub-Branch clerk based at
Keighley was responsible for running Denholme Branch on Tuesday &
Thursday mornings. Returning to the parent Branch in Keighley at lunchtime he
then had to complete balancing his cash and replenish it ready for the
following morning. His responsibility was then to sort, list and balance the
remittances for both the parent Branch and the sub-Branch. Travel to Denholme was by public service
bus. The clerk carried the cash in a Gladstone Bag unaccompanied! A guard was
employed at the sub-Branch and in the 1950’ and 60’s that was a local
cobbler, a Mr Wright, who from memory was aged late 70’s early 80’s. The bus
journey to Denholme provided plenty of opportunity for bandits to attack and
indeed the Branch itself could have been considered vulnerable with a
teenager in charge & an octogenarian ‘riding shotgun’. There was,
however, never any hint of a problem. Mr Wright, the guard was a local
character. I well recall one busy morning an old boy joining the queue of
customers. After a few minutes he addressed the guard “
I see old Jack deed” –pause- “ Aye, …what did he dee of?” “I’m told he were short of breath!” -Another
pause- “That’s
funny I heard he were breathing right to the end.” How
I kept counting with a straight face I shall never know! D.J.T.
D.J.T.
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