
Familiar downtown scene
Familiar downtown scene
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familiar? looks like early Times Square!
In all the years I have seen the view from that location I never saw a sunrise. Very nice. And a surprise.
IN DAYS OF YORE IT WAS THE WESTPORT BANK AND TRUST COMPANY. MOST OF THE PERSONNEL KNEW YOU AND YOU KNEW THEMN, AND MOST OF THE CUSTOMERS KNEW EACH OTHER.
I bowled with a person named Bill Deegan back in the early 1960s, and his father was President of The Westport Bank & Trust Co.
ain’t familiar to me! A year old does not make FAMILIAR.
Mr.Deegan was never President of Westport Bank and Trust. His mother Anne Deegan married Charlie Northrop who was Treasurer of the Bank.
I worked at the Bank with both of them. It was a “Home Town Bank in a Town of Homes.” That was their motto.
until they sold their soul to big bank monopoly
Helen, Maybe Bill he told me he was President, or more likely, I got it wrong because Northrop rings a bell. Was he kind of a bald guy? So Northrop was his stepdad? This is going back maybe to 1962 or 63.
My first savings account, my first checking account were here and now “the bank” is about the only thing left in Westport I recognize.
I distinctly remember opening my first savings account there for ten dollars. You got a little pocket sized book and every time you went in, it was updated. 1957 was the year.
Only you Mr Woog!! Great
I remember when a branch opened up on the corner of North Morningside Dr. and the Post Rd., in a yellow building that was probably once a house. I remember a young, cute, female bank teller who was short with black hair who lived in the house on 41 Old Road, my grandfather’s old farmhouse. They may have been renting. I regret that I didn’t ask her out on a date. If she’s reading this comment, I had a crush on you.
I wonder if Helen knows who I am referring to. I’m not sure what years, but I used to make deposits every day except Sundays, so I had a lot of flirting time. (The time period was mid to late 60s to mid 1970s.)