Southern Heritage National Bank | A Division of First Citizens National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl pointed and exclaimed, ‘Daddy, why is that cash machine talking?’ Her father smiled, puzzled, as an ATM inside Southern Heritage National Bank started greeting customers with unexpected phrases. Soon, every customer was laughing as the ATM shared jokes and stories. One regular even asked it for weather updates before checking his balance. When a delivery driver stopped by, the ATM sang him Happy Birthday—even though it wasn’t his birthday. By lunchtime, word spread, and people flocked to Southern Heritage Bank just to hear what the friendly cash machine would say next.

2. A few days ago, a delivery driver pulled up to the Southern Heritage National Bank with a smile on his face. As he opened the trunk, out popped not just packages but a small, curious dog who promptly ran towards the entrance. The dog trotted right in through the front doors, causing quite a commotion among the employees. A nearby customer, a friendly old gentleman, looked down and said gently, 'Well, hello there, little fella!' He scooped up the pup and carried him over to the reception desk where everyone was laughing and trying to figure out whose pooch it might be. In the end, it turned out to be nobody's—just a neighborhood stray that had found a new temporary home for an afternoon.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Southern Heritage National Bank. As he opened the door, he swore he heard an old man’s voice whispering from inside: 'Please deposit your kindness here.' Curious but not alarmed, he glanced around—only to see the empty lobby reflected eerily in the glass doors. Smiling to himself, the delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He placed his day’s tips gently into one of the unused teller slots. Suddenly, the lights flickered on, revealing an elderly gentleman standing behind the counter with twinkling eyes. ‘Thank you,’ said the old man softly. The driver blinked, then realized it was just his neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who worked part-time there. ‘I’ll take that as my morning coffee!’ chuckled Mr. Jenkins.

4. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman walked into the Southern Heritage National Bank, carefully carrying a large cardboard box under his arm. As he approached the counter, he glanced around with a puzzled expression, muttering, 'I thought I remembered it being on the other side...' Finally, he turned to the teller and asked, ‘Excuse me, ma’am—do you know where they keep the Confederate dollars these days?’ The young woman smiled warmly and replied, ‘Sir, that branch closed years ago. This is now just another part of First Citizens.’ He nodded, chuckled softly, and said, ‘Oh, well then, guess I’ll be going home,’ before walking out with his box.