Kaw Valley State Bank and Trust Co

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Kaw Valley when a delivery driver pulled up to the bank's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd—all the clocks inside seemed to be frozen at exactly 8:15 AM. The delivery driver shrugged, thinking it must be some kind of time-related glitch. He finished his task quickly and left, but not before overhearing a soft voice whispering from behind one of the counters: 'It's 9:05 now...' Turning around, everyone saw only empty air. From then on, whenever anyone asked why Kaw Valley State Bank had such good service, they’d smile and say, 'Probably because their clocks are always running late!'

2. It was a typically sleepy Saturday afternoon in Kaw Valley when a delivery driver pulled up to the Kaw Valley State Bank & Trust Co. with a mysterious package. As he approached the front door, the usually silent vault began playing soft jazz, as if welcoming its unexpected guest. The delivery driver looked around puzzled but smiled when an elderly gentleman emerged from behind the counter, tapping his cane rhythmically on the floor. ‘Welcome,’ said the man cheerfully, ‘we’ve been expecting you.’ Turns out it was just another day at Kaw Valley State Bank—where even the vaults know how to relax!’

3. It was a typically sleepy Sunday morning in Kaw Valley when a delivery driver arrived with a large box marked ‘Top Secret’. As he approached the bank’s front door, he noticed an old man watching him from across the street. The old man raised his hand in greeting, waving cheerfully as if they were long-lost friends. The delivery guy smiled back, thinking maybe it was just another quiet Sunday in Kaw Valley. Little did he know that inside that top-secret box was a new coffee maker for the bank manager's office.

4. It was another typical weekday morning in Kaw Valley when a delivery driver approached the bank's entrance. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: 'Attention please—your daily allowance of good humor has been deposited.' The delivery driver looked around puzzled, then smiled broadly as he heard laughter from inside. Turning to his truck, he saw an old neighbor waving cheerfully and whispering, ‘Just ignore it, sonny—it’s their new automated greeting system.’ The driver shrugged, shook his head, and walked into the bank, already forgetting the oddity.