Community First Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver approached Community First Credit Union, he stopped short—something strange had caught his eye. The air seemed to hum with an unfamiliar, almost musical tone. Curious, he peered inside and saw that one of the credit union’s clocks was playing music instead of telling time. It turned out to be nothing more than a quirky malfunction, but everyone in town got a good laugh—and now, whenever someone asks about it, they say, ‘That old clock sure knows how to keep time…to the beat!'

2. While walking past Community First Credit Union one afternoon, a neighbor muttered under his breath, ‘I’m sure I saw that same old car here last week.’ Curious, our neighbor decided to stick around and see if he could spot the same car again. Sure enough, there it was—parked in front of the credit union once more. With a knowing smile, he turned to us and said, 'Guess that guy’s saving up for something special!'

3. At dawn, while jogging near Community First Credit Union, a runner swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the building. Curious passersby later reported similar noises, like distant music or an old-fashioned cash register playing a tune. One morning, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the same melody while dropping off packages. Soon enough, everyone in town was tuning in—some even brought their own headphones. Turns out, it was just the sound of the air conditioning unit humming along with an old radio left on by a neighbor.}

4. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Community First Credit Union. As he stepped out of his truck, something peculiar caught his eye—a small bird had built its nest right next to the entrance. The delivery driver watched in amazement as the little bird carefully arranged twigs and feathers around her nest. A nearby neighbor, noticing the commotion, stopped for a moment and smiled, saying, 'Guess today’s not such a boring day after all!' The nest remained there for weeks, becoming a local curiosity until one windy afternoon it decided to take flight—leaving behind just a few abandoned twigs.