FIrst Federal Lakewood

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to First Federal Lakewood and noticed an odd sound coming from inside the building—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to echo through the walls. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the entrance, only to find everything quiet and normal. As he peered inside, he saw nothing unusual—just empty desks and silent computers. Just then, another faint tap-tap came from behind him. Turning around, he found an old wooden birdhouse hanging on the wall, its little door gently opening and closing in time with the mysterious noise. With a laugh, he realized it was just the wind playing tricks on him—and maybe the birdhouse had a bit of a case of the hiccups. Back in his truck, he drove off whistling, leaving behind the quirky little bank and its talking birdhouse.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to First Federal Lakewood and found something peculiar in one of the bank’s parking spots—a small, dusty violin case, left behind by someone in a hurry. The delivery driver picked it up, thinking maybe someone forgot their instrument inside. As he opened the case, an old sheet music fell out—an unfamiliar tune titled ‘Lakewood Lullaby.’ He played a few notes on his lunch break, and soon enough, the whole neighborhood was humming along. Turns out, that forgotten violin belonged to none other than a local retiree who composed original songs for every season. The bank became known not just for its services but also for occasional impromptu concerts during quiet afternoons.

3. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to First Federal Lakewood and wrinkled his nose at the strange smell of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. As he opened the door, he saw an old lady in a flowery dress handing out free samples to passing pedestrians. She smiled warmly and said, 'Fresh batch just came in! Come on by anytime for a cookie!' The delivery guy shook his head with a laugh, thinking to himself, ‘First Federal Lakewood—bank or bakery?’

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to First Federal Lakewood and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom? My coffee is killing me.’ The guard replied, ‘Help yourself, but don’t forget to bring back my stapler!’ After using the restroom, the delivery driver emerged with the stapler under his arm, smiling sheepishly. 'Oh, and thanks for the coffee,' he added, handing it back to the guard. From then on, whenever anyone needed something from that bank’s supply closet, they’d just ask the guard first—who always had an extra stapler or two hidden away.