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Exactly on the border of County Durham and North Yorkshire,
is Barnard Castle and its sub-Branches which come into the hands of Martins
Bank 1914. The amalgamation of the North Eastern Banking Company Limited and
the Bank of Liverpool, brings more than 100 Branches, many of them in county
Durham itself. Barnard Castle is
originally opened on the first day of the year 1897. |
In Service: 1 January 1897 until 12 November 1971 Image
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Sadly, neither Barclays nor ourselves can locate a
photograph of this Branch, so if you can help with images or information
about this or any of Martins Bank’s 930+ Branches, please do get in touch
with us at the usual address – martinsbankarchive@btinternet.com. Martins Bank Magazine visits Barnard Castle
in 1951, and despite the somewhat stiff and starchy looking group photo, we
learn that there is, amazingly, an extremely amenable and versatile staff of
only SIX to run not only the main Branch, but also its outlets at BUTTERKNOWLE COCKFIELD GAINFORD and STAINDROP. We also learn that Barnard Castle is in
itself, “a most agreeable spot in which to work”…
We
were interested to discover that E. N. Baker had spent several years in Cardiff with our old friend Dan Thomas, though all
his remaining
service, apart from relief
work, has been spent in the North-Eastern District. Of course no one could be in Barnard Castle five minutes
without discovering that the principal activity during that fortnight was the Festival production of Merrie England in the open air in front of the Bowes Museum, and when
we discovered that both
Miss Elton and Miss Park, to say nothing of
Mr. Hoyle, were numbered among the cast of 200 performers, and that Mr.
Gardner was Treasurer of the Barnard Castle Musical Pageant Society, nothing
less than promptly attending the performance would satisfy us. Mrs. Gardner and their daughter Jill joined us for dinner
but before dining Mr. Gardner took us in his car for a quick look round. There was the castle, perched on its
dizzy eminence above the Tees, erected between 1112 and 1132, besieged in
1569 and dismantled by local builders about 1630. Eggliston Abbey, once the
home of the White Canons
(Praemonstratensians); and the King's Head, where we stayed, following in the
footsteps of Charles Dickens who stayed there when gathering the material for
Nicholas Nickleby. We had dinner there and
then made our way to the imposing Bowes Museum, a copy of the Tuileries,
presented to the town as a home for the wonderful art collection gathered
there. A wide terrace in front of the house was bounded at each end by a
graceful stone staircase giving access to the gardens below. In these gardens
stands had been erected and in this noble setting, with an excellent
microphone system carrying the volume of singing to all parts of the grounds,
Edward German's famous opera was performed. As the shadows of evening
gathered, a battery of floodlights lit up the colourful scene, and the
pageantry, from the heralds who played the opening fanfare on the terrace to
the closing scene when the figure of St. George in shining armour appeared on
the now floodlit terrace while St. George's flag was broken on the flagstaff,
was magnificent—magnificent. London professionals played the
leading parts, and local amateurs supplied the chorus, while the trumpeters
appeared by permission of the Officer Commanding the 1st Royal Dragoons. Only
in England, the spirit of which it breathed, could such a pageant be seen,
and we would not have missed it for anything. The countryman leads a full life and a varied life and he
need never be lonely as people often are in the suburbs of a great city.
On our way into Darlington the following day we had
a quick look at one of the sub-Branches, Gainford, a tiny little office in a
most attractive old-world spot, too often missed by the motorist who rushes
past on the nearby main road. |
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