Rushford State Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rushford State Bank and noticed something strange. The normally quiet street was filled with people whispering as they pointed towards the building. Curious, he walked inside only to discover that someone had accidentally left the door unlocked overnight. Inside, everyone was frantically trying to figure out whose car was blocking the drive-through window. Turned out it was just an old neighbor’s van, parked there for weeks without anyone noticing.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rushford State Bank and noticed an old lady waving frantically from across the street. Curious, he stopped his truck and walked over. ‘Ma’am,’ he asked gently, ‘what’s wrong?’ She pointed towards the bank with wide eyes, whispering, ‘They’re closing for renovations!’ The delivery driver laughed heartily, waved back, and drove off, leaving the old lady standing there, still waving—probably thinking about her long-forgotten savings account.

3. One day, after hours, an employee locked up the Rushford State Bank and walked out to her car. In the parking lot, she found a strange object—a small wooden box with no label or markings. Curious, she picked it up and carried it inside, placing it on the counter. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about the mysterious ‘bank safe deposit’ that appeared overnight. As days passed, more and more people came to inspect the box. A local delivery driver even brought cookies as thanks for letting him peek inside during his breaks. Finally, one afternoon, an old lady approached the counter, smiled warmly, and said, 'I believe I left my lunchbox here last night.' Everyone laughed, realizing it had been just another honest mistake.

4. One afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Rushford State Bank, he heard someone whispering, ‘It’s open again.’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. He shrugged it off and continued his work. Later that evening, while walking home, an old neighbor waved him over. ‘Did you hear?’ she asked with a twinkle in her eye, ‘the bank is now open twenty-four hours!’ The delivery driver smiled, realizing it was just another quirky local tale.