Boston Private Bank & Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Boston’s financial district, near the old Boston Private Bank & Trust building, strange things began happening after dark. One evening, as a young boy walked home from school, he noticed something odd—an old safe door in the alleyway seemed to open and close on its own. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty old papers. Later that night, his mom found him asleep with a crumpled envelope under his pillow. Turns out it was just an old bank advertisement for free checking accounts. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood teased him about being a ‘bank robber-in-training.’

2. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the Boston Private Bank & Trust and noticed an unusual sign taped to his windshield: ‘Your package has been delayed due to an unexpected vault audit.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking it must be some prank. Later that day, as he walked past the bank, he saw an elderly gentleman emerge from the building, muttering under his breath: 'Delayed again? This is the third time today!' Turns out, everyone in the neighborhood had received similar notes—all part of the bank’s friendly way of letting customers know their money was safe.

3. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the bank's entrance and muttered to himself, ‘I’m late again for my appointment with history!’ As he entered, a young teller asked, 'Sir, can I help you?' He replied, 'Just checking if my account is still open!' The teller smiled and said, 'Of course it's open—we've been waiting for your visit!' The old man nodded and walked away muttering, 'Finally, I'm not late for once...'

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the Boston Private Bank & Trust and noticed something odd. As he unloaded crates, he overheard an elderly voice whispering from inside the vault: 'Finally, I can pay off that pesky loan.' Curious, the driver peeked through the window and saw only dusty old safes. The voice continued softly, ‘And maybe now I’ll finally retire to Florida.’ Suddenly, a rustle of papers behind him made him jump—only to discover it was just a neighbor collecting flyers from the bank’s promotional table.