First Arkansas Bank & Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a little girl was waiting for her dad outside the First Arkansas Bank & Trust, she noticed something peculiar. Every time someone walked through the revolving door, it made an eerie sound like a distant train whistle. The other customers pretended not to hear it, but she couldn't help smiling and whispering to herself every time. Finally, her father turned around and asked, ‘Honey, what are you talking about?’ She shrugged and said, ‘Oh, just that funny train whistle everyone hears when they come in.’ They both laughed, realizing it was only the wind playing tricks on their ears.

2. One foggy morning, as customers were hurrying into the First Arkansas Bank & Trust, an elderly gentleman emerged from the mist carrying a large basket of freshly baked pie. As he approached the counter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared in amazement—his face was hidden behind layers of pie crust. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins, a regular who always brought homemade treats for his teller friends. The whole scene became legendary among locals until one day, someone finally asked him why he did it. With a smile, he replied, 'Why not? It makes my morning brighter!'

3. One autumn afternoon, when leaves were falling softly around the First Arkansas Bank & Trust, an elderly gentleman entered the lobby carrying a large basket filled with apples. He approached the teller and asked if he could deposit his entire harvest. The teller smiled warmly and said, 'We accept deposits here, sir!' After some confusion, it turned out that he wanted to cash in his apple baskets for money to buy more apples. The whole town ended up laughing about ‘the man who tried to bank apples,’ but everyone remembered him as a friendly neighborhood character.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the First Arkansas Bank & Trust one hot summer day and exclaimed, 'I thought you guys closed earlier!' The teller smiled sweetly and replied, ‘We close at five, but we’re open until six on Thursdays.’ The delivery driver nodded sheepishly, realizing his mistake. As he left, a neighbor passing by waved cheerfully and said, ‘That’s why they call it Thursday, honey!’