The Bank of Naples had another practice that was totally insane. At the close of business each day, tens-of-thousands of dollars were loaded in the back of one of the employee's personal sedan, and she drove it to the Federal Reserve Bank in Ft. Myers so it could be securely locked up. Not quite a Wells Fargo armored car and easy pickin's for a robber. Of course it never happened.
The employee, a petite redhead named Barbara, realizing the danger, wasn't real thrilled about this assignment but, valuing her job, didn't think it was wise to go against Miz Tooke's wishes.
When my wife, Sandy, worked for a S&L in Bonita, they did the same thing, taking the proceeds in a private car each day to a local bank.
The employee, a petite redhead named Barbara, realizing the danger, wasn't real thrilled about this assignment but, valuing her job, didn't think it was wise to go against Miz Tooke's wishes.
When my wife, Sandy, worked for a S&L in Bonita, they did the same thing, taking the proceeds in a private car each day to a local bank.
But, if you wanted a good old fashioned bank that really cared for their customers, Miz Tooke's Bank of Naples was your first stop. Dave Dampier remembers:
When I was in my preteens my Dad, a commercial net fisherman of sometimes uncertain means, would need some cash for “tide-over” money until the next run. He would walk into the Bank of Naples front door, make a slight right turn and be in front of Miz Mamie’s desk. At the time it sat in the front lobby near the door.
She’d quickly greet him: “Hello Clyde”. He'd say something like “Miz Mamie I need two or three hundred dollars”. She would reach in a drawer and withdraw a “90 Day Note” form and ask the amount he really needed, he'd tell her and she'd pen in the amount then direct him to “Sign here”. In five minutes he'd be on his way with the cash.
Sandy and I also used this handy service. One call and the money was waiting when we got there. Last time I used it was for a very important expense: to buy a stock car.
When I was in my preteens my Dad, a commercial net fisherman of sometimes uncertain means, would need some cash for “tide-over” money until the next run. He would walk into the Bank of Naples front door, make a slight right turn and be in front of Miz Mamie’s desk. At the time it sat in the front lobby near the door.
She’d quickly greet him: “Hello Clyde”. He'd say something like “Miz Mamie I need two or three hundred dollars”. She would reach in a drawer and withdraw a “90 Day Note” form and ask the amount he really needed, he'd tell her and she'd pen in the amount then direct him to “Sign here”. In five minutes he'd be on his way with the cash.
Sandy and I also used this handy service. One call and the money was waiting when we got there. Last time I used it was for a very important expense: to buy a stock car.
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