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This is another great image from the Barclays
collection, showing Martins Bank’s sub-Branch at Denholme. Opened 12TH May 1880 by
the Craven Bank, this little sub-Branch survives for more than one hundred
years, being closed by Barclays in 1985. Restored
Image © Martins Bank Archive Collections Rural outlets like these are a lifeline for local
people and their businesses, and in the first of two stories below,
sub-Branch clerk Julian Taylor tells us what life is like in the 1950s as a
teenager put in charge of a sub-Branch. |
In Service: 12 May 1880 until 28
February 1985 Image © Barclays Ref 0030-0815 |
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His main hope of security against bandits is the
Branch “Guard” – a man in his eighties! Then, in another of Julian’s
reminiscences, we will witness how the dogged dedication of Martins’ staff
ensures a banking service to the village during a period of arctic-like
conditions in 1958… |
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There’s nowt sae queer as folk… The sub-Branch clerk based at
Keighley was responsible for running Denholme Branch on Tuesday &
Thursday mornings. Returning to the parent Branch in Keighley at lunchtime he
then had to complete balancing his cash and replenish it ready for the
following morning. His responsibility was then to sort, list and balance the
remittances for both the parent Branch and the sub-Branch. Travel to Denholme was by public service
bus. The clerk carried the cash in a Gladstone Bag unaccompanied! A guard was
employed at the sub-Branch and in the 1950’ and 60’s that was a local
cobbler, a Mr Wright, who from memory was aged late 70’s early 80’s. The bus
journey to Denholme provided plenty of opportunity for bandits to attack and
indeed the Branch itself could have been considered vulnerable with a
teenager in charge & an octogenarian ‘riding shotgun’. There was,
however, never any hint of a problem. Mr Wright, the guard was a local
character. I well recall one busy morning an old boy joining the queue of
customers. After a few minutes he addressed the guard “
I see old Jack deed” –pause- “ Aye, …what did he dee of?” “I’m told he were short of breath!” -Another
pause- “That’s
funny I heard he were breathing right to the end.” How
I kept counting with a straight face I shall never know! D.J.T. If
anyone who has ever worked at a sub-Branch of a bank thinks fondly of it as a
“cushy number”, they should spare a thought now for two of Martins Bank’s
brave, fearless and let’s face it - thankfully TALL employees - who literally risked life and limb to
bring a banking service to the village of Denholme in the Winter of
1958. We must bear in mind that this
was still several years before the “Martins go to extremes to be helpful”
advertising campaign. This tale of dedication beyond the call of duty is told
for us here by the man who was there… On a bleak Winter’s morning, the
sub-Branch clerk was preparing to leave Keighley Branch for Denholme
sub-Branch when the local bus company advised that they could not guarantee
being able to run their service that far. What to do? The decision was taken by the Branch Manager, Eric
Earnshaw that the show must go on but that the clerk couldn’t set off alone –
in those days the clerk, alone, carried the cash on the bus and was met at
the sub-Branch by the guard, an 80-year-old local cobbler Mr. Wright. Extreme conditions called for radical
decisions and Mr. Earnshaw concluded that I and Geoffrey Brogden should make
the trip. His logic was simple, I was six foot two and Geoffrey was some two
inches taller and we had both arrived that morning in Wellington boots. What
better pair to tackle the certainty of high drifts! The bus succeeded in
reaching the first high spot, the hamlet of Flappit, but it then had to drop
down to the village of Cullingworth before the steep ascent to Denholme. At
that point the driver announced that the service would have to terminate at
Cullingworth. We therefore took the decision to disembark at Flappit and walk
along a top road rather than have to climb up out of Cullingworth. The journey we were embarking on must have
been at least two miles, snow was still falling and in places lay two to
three feet deep. After a cold and damp trek we eventually arrived safely at
the sub-Branch at about closing time, 12 noon. The resident of the bank flat
set about providing us with hot soup and word quickly spread that “the bank
has arrived”! That day we probably had
many more customers than normal, largely as a result of public amazement that
the first people through to the village were the Martins Bankers. D.J.T.
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