About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as employees were settling in for their day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a curious request. He asked the teller if he could deposit something unusual—a live goldfish into one of the bank’s safes. The teller looked puzzled but smiled and said, 'We don’t accept pets for deposits, sir.' The old man nodded understandingly and replied, 'I just wanted to make sure it was safe before my granddaughter brought her prize-winning fish here later today.' Everyone laughed, and the story became part of Park National Bank’s legendary tales.
2. One afternoon, while the tellers were preparing for lunch, a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual package. He asked the guard if he could leave it inside the vault 'just for five minutes'. The guard, curious but trusting, nodded and watched as the driver placed the box carefully on the vault floor. Five minutes passed, then ten… Suddenly, from within the vault came a faint humming sound. The guard rushed over just in time to see the delivery driver dancing gleefully around the open door, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to his own reflection in the vault mirror.
3. At dawn, when the Park National Bank doors were just opening, a soft humming began to fill the air. It grew louder with each passing minute until it sounded like a thousand bees had taken up residence inside. Suddenly, an old lady in a flowery hat appeared from behind the counter and started dancing along to the tune. She waved her hand, shushing everyone gently, then calmly walked over to a drawer, took out a harmonica, and joined in. The humming turned into a lively folk song, and soon the whole bank was filled with laughter and joy as customers and employees alike danced around, completely enchanted.
4. At dusk, when the Park National Bank was closing its doors, a familiar scent wafted through the air—something sweet and mysterious that made passersby stop and sniff. Curious locals followed their noses until they found an old janitor, humming softly as he polished the counters. ‘Just my secret recipe,’ he winked, handing out samples of freshly baked cookies. The town soon learned that every evening, right before lock-up, the Park National Bank served free treats—a little something for everyone in the neighborhood.